pursuit of the "correct thing," so anxious to read what was "being
read," to own what was "right", that she never stopped to seriously
consider her own or her daughter's place in the universe. She was
glad, of course when the children "liked their teacher," just as she
had been glad years before when they "liked their nurse." The
reasons for such likings or dislikings she never investigated; she
had taken care of the children herself during the nurse's regular
days "off", but she always regarded these occasions as so much lost
time. Mrs. Carew kept her children, as she kept her house, well-
groomed, and she gave about as much thought to the spiritual needs
of the one as the other. She had been brought up to believe that the
best things in life are to be had for money, and that earthly
happiness or unhappiness falls in exact ratio with the possession or
non-possession of money. She met the growing demands of her family
as well as she could, and practised all sorts of harassing private
economies so that, in the eyes of the world, the family might seem
to be spending a great deal more money than was actually the case.
Mrs. Carew's was not an analytical mind, but sometimes she found
herself genuinely puzzled by the financial state of affairs.

"I don't know where the money GOES to!" she said, in a confidential
moment, to Mrs. Lloyd. They had met in the market, where Mrs. Carew
was consulting a long list of necessary groceries.

"Oh, don't speak of it!" said Mrs. Lloyd, feelingly. "That's so,
your dinner is tomorrow night, isn't it?" she added with interest.
"Are you going to have Lizzie?"

"Oh, dear me, yes! For eight, you know. Shan't you have her?" For
Mrs. Lloyd's turn to entertain Mrs. Burgoyne followed Mrs. Carew's