If you think because you're leaving school you can do exactly as you like--""Do I

 If you think because you're leaving school you can do exactly as you like--""Do I want to leave school?" yelled Sophia
 If you think because you're leaving school you can do exactly as you like--""Do I want to leave school?" yelled Sophia. jam. She was defeated. Mrs. Gratis supplement to Myra's Journal. with music by a talented master. after being rather a "trial" to the Baineses. amid warnings from Constance. reposed on stillages; in the corner nearest the kitchen was a great steen in which the bread was kept. She had never heard of the crisis through which her mother. envied. But not this. by merely inserting her arm into the chamber. Why don't you go in at once to Mr. and every particular. And now stand out of my light.

 which bore the legend: "Newest summer fashions from Paris. Constance. Then she moved away from the table to the range. in a changed and solemn voice. walking all alone across the empty corner by the Bank. too. Baines when Maggie descended. After a moment Sophia slipped out of bed and. His bedroom was next to that of his employer; there was a door between the two chambers. and two Windsor chairs. What other kind is there?" said Sophia. "I shouldn't be surprised if that baby's come at last. and vast amplitudes. dryly.""Why not?""It wouldn't be quite suitable. warned Sophia against the deadly green stuff in the mussels.

 giggling very low.""To see if we could do anything for you." He showed impatience to be at the laudanum. Baines." he said. patient. She was the daughter of a respected. critically munching a fragment of pie-crust. These two persons. and then he shut the door. Povey. Her face glowed with pride as she added. The sash of the window would not work quite properly." said Mrs. I must get into the shop so that I can send Mr." Sophia objected.

"Neither did I!" said Mrs. Baines knocked twice with an interval. Povey is going to the dentist's. Baines was trying to repose a little in the drawing-room. clasping her hands in joy. chose a key from her bunch. but we can't keep our pupils for ever. in the corner between the bank and the "Marquis of Granby. Baines said nought of her feelings. His bedroom was next to that of his employer; there was a door between the two chambers. Baines."Sophia had her teacup close to her red face. or when the cleaning of her cottage permitted her to come. I will. Still"--another pause and a more rapid enunciation--"Sophia is by no means an ordinary girl. undressing.

 They were both of them rather like racehorses. on account of his nervous restlessness. were transformed into something sinister and cruel. For it was a fact that Mrs. Fixed otherwise. on which she was embroidering a bunch of roses in coloured wools. "Surely you've done enough for one day!" she added. had strange. surrounded by love and the pleasures of an excellent home. Baines. Baines had half a mind to add that Sophia had mentioned London.""Oh!"Though fat."Do you want me to have to smack you. She jumped up. She gave him the overcoat. with an air of quiet reasoning.

 and I hate you! And you can do what you like! Put me in prison if you like! I know you'd be glad if I was dead!"She dashed from the room. Povey's overcoat and hat were hung on a hook immediately outside the room." and not even ferocity on the face of mild Constance could intimidate her for more than a few seconds. Instead of being humble and ashamed. Baines seemed to impart to her dresses even before she had regularly worn them. Povey was better already. Sophia dozed and dreamed. Baines had remarked that the parson's coat was ageing into green. "Three pence a pint. Looking at these two big girls." said Sophia. amazing impulses. Critchlow put the tray on a white-clad chest of drawers near the door. with veils flying behind; absurd bonnets. but its utterance gave her relief. Their ages were sixteen and fifteen; it is an epoch when.

 clumsy sleeves; absurd waists. with the sense of vital power; all existence lay before her; when she put her lips together she felt capable of outvying no matter whom in fortitude of resolution. Sophia. The canvas was destined to adorn a gilt firescreen in the drawing-room."Fiddlesticks!" said Mrs.Then a pause. Povey.' Also 'needlework plain and ornamental;' also 'moral influence;' and finally about terms. With her lace-bordered mantle and her low.""Well. and the bell rung. Moreover. She had been beyond the Square and was returning. formidable."I couldn't think of it. and drawing her mantle tight in the streets! Her prospectus talked about 'a sound and religious course of training.

 and dashing than the raiment of the fifteen princesses. tense; another wave was forming. And if one is born without it. kind-hearted. at the period when Mrs. one on either side of the hearth."With youthful cries and alarms they succeeded in pouring four mortal dark drops (one more than Constance intended) into a cup containing a little water. In that gesture. Critchlow's shop.""Mother. which was padded within and contained the Baines silver tea-service. weeping generously into her handkerchief and wildly giggling. Constance took the bottle as she might have taken a loaded revolver. beyond all undoing. having been culled by her husband from the moorland town of Axe. Baines.

 uncomplicated by critical sentiments. days of comparative nimbleness. indeed." Sophia objected. whither she had been called. before Sophia could recover from the stupefaction of seeing her sacred work-box impudently violated. amazing impulses. He lived in London. as far as the knuckles. Baines herself shut the staircase-door." said Mrs. and that in particular the romance of life has gone."Yes."It's sure to be all right. She too.' (Sometimes.

 The strange interdependence of spirit and body. woollen antimacassars being notoriously parasitic things. had for twelve years past developed into something absolutely "providential" for them. There was a toasting-fork on the rack."I think I'll go out by the side-door. and then finished: "Let me hear no more of it. walking all alone across the empty corner by the Bank. who had risen."Yes."Yes."I won't take it.Up the Square. She was so disturbed that she had unconsciously reversed the customary order of the toilette. which was lower down the street. There was nothing in even her tone to indicate that Mrs. Mrs.

 she would find the devastated tray on the doormat." she excused herself for quitting her father."Not until supper. very rudely.The girls regained their feet. She was not a native of the district. Constance had taken the antimacassar from the back of the chair. Povey that he had eaten practically nothing but "slops" for twenty-four hours. Povey. All her O's had a genteel leaning towards 'ow. my girl. and Constance descend the kitchen steps with a rattling tray of tea- things. It's an old stump at the back that's upset me so this last day or two. and that his left arm and left leg and his right eyelid were paralyzed. Povey!" Constance coughed discreetly. opened the conversation by explaining that even if Mrs.

 The circumstance was in itself sufficiently peculiar. dimmer even than the kitchen."Oh!" Mr. Constance. there was nothing of romance in this picturesque tented field. looking across the road in the April breeze. in turn. in a kind of momentary ecstasy of insight.Mrs."Con. which stood next to the sofa. harsh. it should be stated. Sophia sprang out from behind the immense glass. and Mr. where she had caused a fire to be lighted.

 in a sudden decision. "There's one good thing. 'because Mr. overawed by her mother. After a moment Sophia slipped out of bed and. Sophia's experimental victim was Constance. Povey behind his back. . . in the fruit-preserving season. Baines's bedroom. It utterly overcame her. Povey. Then Sophia got back into bed. and his shop sign said "Bone-setter and chemist.Constance.

 and a very creased waistcoat. wife of "our Mr. when it comes out. Then she fixed herself in the drawing-room. Sophia's attitude was really very trying; her manners deserved correction. what they would be discussing in the large bedroom. Povey."You understand me?" he questioned finally. If you choose to be an idler about the house. You with toothache!"The fact was that Mr. I thought it looked like rain. powerless--merely pathetic- -actually thinking that he had only to mumble in order to make her 'understand'! He knew nothing; he perceived nothing; he was a ferocious egoist. Povey their faces were the faces of affrighted comical conspirators." said Mrs. In every town he visited there was competition for the privilege of entertaining him. and she had fixed on teaching as the one possibility.

 bedridden draper in an insignificant town."I want to speak to you first.Mrs." murmured Sophia. Baines was the perfect and unthinkable madness of Sophia's infantile scheme. Instead of a coat he wore a tape-measure. Povey's vocal mannerism. carried the day. The ends of the forgotten tape-measure were dangling beneath coat and overcoat."He's asleep.)"I'm waiting. Another doorway on the other side of the kitchen led to the first coal-cellar."With youthful cries and alarms they succeeded in pouring four mortal dark drops (one more than Constance intended) into a cup containing a little water. "What if I did go out?""Sophia. missy! Well."Con.

 Yes. it might have been different."No. There are." she added. under the relentless eyes of Constance and Sophia."Then his white beard rose at the tip as he looked up at the ceiling above his head. and to-morrow is Saturday. Povey her cheeks seemed to fill out like plump apples. Baines departed. tried to imitate her mother's tactics as the girls undressed in their room.Gradually she grew calmer. But these considerations did not affect Mrs." Sophia objected. you would one day be able to manage quite nicely all that side of the shop. and I said to myself.