Chapter I.

"There, I‘ve done every bit I can do! I‘m going to see what o‘clock it is."

"I heard it strike eleven just now."

"Sylvia, you‘ll tip up! What a tremendous stretch!"

"Wha-ooh! Oh dear! We sha‘n‘t get one moment before dinner! Oh, horrible! oh, horrible! most horrible!"

"Sylvia, you know I hate hearing Hamlet profaned."

"You can‘t hate it more than having no one to hear our lessons."

"That makes you do it. What on earth can Mary be about?"

"Some tiresome woman to speak to her, I suppose."

"I‘m sure it can‘t be as much her business as it is to mind her poor little sisters. Oh dear! if Papa could only afford us a governess!"

"I am sure I should not like it at all； besides, it is wrong to wish to be richer than one is."

"I don‘t wish； I am only thinking how nice it would be, if some one would give us a famous quantity of money. Then Papa should have a pretty parsonage, like the one at Shagton； and we would

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