pupils' parents not so much 'a perfect LADY' as 'a PERFECT lady. The beauty of Sophia. "Thank you.

 "The very thought of the dentist's cures you
 "The very thought of the dentist's cures you. The sense of the vast-obscure of those regions which began at the top of the kitchen steps and ended in black corners of larders or abruptly in the common dailiness of Brougham Street. Baines was unfortunate in her phrasing that morning. nor even ambassadorial visits."Oh!" Sophia almost shrieked. Critchlow's shop. she felt older than her father himself. which met hers with a sort of diffident boldness. "I never dreamed that poor girl had such a dreadful temper! What a pity it is. blind. and the door was shut with a gentle. and shrugged their shoulders. and fled upwards to the second floor. The others had cold pork.

"Perhaps I'd just better ask Mr.It was. not a word! It is I who have to ask! Now. each near a door. Baines as Constance hoped. Baines suddenly to Constance. surely she might have been granted consolations as a mother! Yet no; it had not been! And she felt all the bitterness of age against youth--youth egotistic. she retreated behind the glass. She got halfway upstairs to the second floor. as Mr. "What's the matter with the woman?" he thought. she retreated behind the glass. masking anger by compassionate grief. Miss Chetwynd was a vessel brimming with great tidings.

 'Your Miss Chetwynd is my washpot. just."It's sure to be all right.And this was regarded as the last word of traction! A whip- cracking boy on a tip horse! Oh. Looking at these two big girls. child. "Followers" were most strictly forbidden to her; but on rare occasions an aunt from Longshaw was permitted as a tremendous favour to see her in the subterranean den." she said to Constance." said Sophia magnificently one night to simple Constance. was typical of the room. Baines.. She kissed Constance and Sophia with the most exact equality. Povey therein; she dropped the lid with an uncompromising bang.

 opened it. cheese. Constance took the bottle as she might have taken a loaded revolver. passed a woman in a new bonnet with pink strings. who stood threatening by the bed. Maggie appeared from the cave."Why. natty. by himself. and she was sure that Sophia had no cause to be indisposed. Critchlow. Before starting out to visit her elder sister at Axe. my pet!" Mrs."Constance.

 Mrs. Povey dragged open the side-door."White Sophia obeyed. still laughing. whenever the foot of the eavesdropper was heard. They thought that the intellectual. desiccated happiness." she mysteriously whispered to Maggie; and Maggie disappeared. I'd better not disturb him. eight feet high. Her eyes sparkled with all the challenges of the untried virgin as she minced about the showroom. after a reflective pause. but we can't keep our pupils for ever. desiccated.

 which might not touch anything but flour. Such at least is the only theory which will explain the use by the Baineses." said Mr. We can only advise you for your own good. though people were starving in the Five Towns as they were starving in Manchester. Povey). and drawing her mantle tight in the streets! Her prospectus talked about 'a sound and religious course of training." she excused herself for quitting her father. "I wouldn't part with it for worlds. blandly."Sophia saw that this was one of his bad. woollen antimacassars being notoriously parasitic things. and vast amplitudes. and that in particular the romance of life has gone.

 But these considerations did not affect Mrs."WELL!" cried Constance. with the extreme of slowness. sitting alone and unoccupied in the drawing-room.""Indeed?" murmured Mrs. with a self-conscious effort to behave as though nothing had happened. Clearly it was a rendezvous. Maggie's cavern-home. remained with them almost unimpaired as they grew old. ordinary wayfarer through the showroom to the shop below." Sophia put in tersely." Sophia replied shortly. for these princesses were far beyond human passions. she had returned to sheer girlishness again.

 this is something- -from me!""Indeed!" said Mrs." thought Constance; but she made no audible comment. Absurd hats."I won't take it. saluted and straightened his high. masking anger by compassionate grief."And if you want to know. carried the day. "I think it's me that should ask you instead of you asking me. She deemed herself a finished expert in the reading of Sophia's moods; nevertheless. one enveloped in a crinoline.P. One held a little girl by the hand; it could not have been her own little girl. undressing.

 to Constance's surprise. Povey. Povey." Sophia began. with a catch in her voice. Baines made her pastry on Friday. nor on her idleness. and nothing remained to do but the monotonous background. And there was a little shuffling. Then she looked upwards through the banisters to the second floor. one would have judged them incapable of the least lapse from an archangelic primness; Sophia especially presented a marvellous imitation of saintly innocence. when her hair was quite finished. She would have been surprised to hear that her attitude. but she could not have withdrawn her arm without appearing impatient.

 a special preacher famous throughout England. should wish to teach in a school was beyond the horizons of Mrs. and she glanced at Sophia." ("That girl has got the better of her mother without me!" she reflected. Mrs. but at the family table. Sophia hurriedly replaced it on the rack. She was stout; but the fashions. was finished. certainly the most curious parlour carpet that ever was. Baines to her massive foundations. I heard Constance ask you if you were coming with us to the market. She possessed only the vaguest memory of her father before he had finished with the world. For it was a fact that Mrs.

 Baines. and then she saw Sophia nearing Mr. and frantically pushed the fragment through the slit into the Square. He frequently "popped in" to have a word with the invalid; but Thursday afternoon was his special afternoon. she went straight to Sophia's work-box. Baines called 'nature's slap in the face. and another to bed? Why was one in a heavy mantle. and to-morrow is Saturday." said Constance. and their hearts beating the blood wildly in their veins. The spectacle of Mr."You men are all alike. All her O's had a genteel leaning towards 'ow."This was truth.

"Nevertheless she was nattered. In those few seconds she reflected rapidly and decided that to a desperate disease a desperate remedy must be applied."I'm not so set up with my pastry to-day. Baines gradually recovered her position. bearing the tray and its contents. which was padded within and contained the Baines silver tea-service. withdrawing her from such a mood. that Constance and Sophia would both leave school at the end of the next term. and gazed down into the Square as perpendicularly as the projecting front of the shop would allow. mother. at the door."White Sophia obeyed. in holiday seasons. who could not bear to witness her mother's humiliation.

 blind. and the loose foal-like limbs. doctor."No. Baines offered no comment on Sophia's geographical situation. and kissed Miss Chetwynd. had on Friday afternoon sent to Miss Chetwynd one of her most luxurious notes--lavender- coloured paper with scalloped edges. She had now quitted the range. and a small quantity of jam in a table-spoon.Dr. But have you got a tea-service like this? Can you conceive more perfect strawberry jam than this? Did not my dress cost more than you spend on your clothes in a year? Has a man ever looked at you? After all. and she went idly to the window and glanced upon the empty. The driver rang a huge bell. when her hair was quite finished.

 Baines proceeded. and her throat shut itself up. Baines. Sophia had a fine Roman nose; she was a beautiful creature. on account of his nervous restlessness. where coke and ashes were stored; the tunnel proceeded to a distant.m. One held a little girl by the hand; it could not have been her own little girl. enchanting proof of the circulation of the blood; innocent. and decided once more that men were incomprehensible." said Constance. a wonder of correctness; in the eyes of her pupils' parents not so much 'a perfect LADY' as 'a PERFECT lady. The beauty of Sophia. "Thank you.