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Mainwaring, I suppose we must call him now as belonging to the old knights of chivalry. Yes, I am a person of discernment, and I long ago saw that the dear girls belonged to the upper ten." "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," said Mrs. Mortlock.
"Why, of course," she exclaimed; "how very silly of me to forget! my hundred copies of The Joy-bell ought to have arrived by now. Yes, of course they ought, and perhaps I shall be able to sell some of them. I have no doubt Mrs. Dredge would buy a couple if Poppy asked her and perhaps Mrs. Mortlock and Miss Slowcum would also like to see my first story in print.
She prided herself on having select taste. She thought it well to assume distant airs to the other inmates of Penelope Mansion Mrs. Dredge she thought quite beneath her notice, Mrs. Mortlock was slightly more tolerated, but Miss Slowcum never really unbent to either of these ladies.
Thus encouraged, Primrose commenced her duties, and though her throat ached and she certainly found the continual reading of politics, interspersed with very sharp discussions on the part of Mrs. Mortlock, anything but agreeable she did not give way.
"It's hot weather for young bright flowers to shed their fragrance on the London streets," replied Miss Slowcum; "it's the kind of weather when flowers fade. I should imagine, Mrs. Mortlock, that your 'continual reader' was doing better for herself in the country." Mrs. Mortlock's face became very red.
Dredge, can you tell me how near we are to the real glories of the city from here?" "I don't know, my dear I fancy a very long way," answered Mrs. Dredge, with a sigh this sigh was instantly taken up by Mrs. Mortlock and Miss Slowcum, and Miss Slowcum remarked that the situation might certainly be considered the worst in London. "Ha, ha!" said Mrs.
Mortlock, speaking with great excitement, "before you go see you bring me up my beef-tea Mrs. Flint won't give it a thought, and my nerves won't keep up without the nourishment. Run down to the kitchen this minute, Sarah Mary, and bring me up the beef-tea, and a nice little delicate slice of toast, done to a turn, to eat with it.
Wilberforce, you know, sold his house at Kensington Gore: the purchaser was a Chinaman, or, I should say, the keeper of a china-shop in Oxford Street Mr. Mortlock. When the purchase-money was paid, L10,000, and the deeds executed, Mr. Mortlock waited upon Mr. Wilberforce, and said, "This house suits you, Mr.
"May I ask, young ladies, if this is your first visit to the metropolis?" suddenly inquired Mrs. Mortlock. Primrose answered her "Yes; we have never been here before." "Then, Mrs. Flint, I put it to you, is it safe to allow these young unfledged birds out into this vast and bewildering place? ought not some one to chaperon them?" "We thought of asking for Poppy," answered Jasmine. Here Mrs.
Mortlock; you see now, my dear little girl, that you are much too young to earn anything by your pen, and little Daisy ah! Jasmine, how thankful we ought to be that we have our little Daisy still with us but Daisy must never again have her peace of mind so seriously imperilled. Jasmine, you three girls want two things you want education, and you want protection.
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