money of my own, I'd never ask you for a farthing; never; it's
painful to me, goodness knows! What do you say?

"IF IT'S PAINFUL, WHY SO OFTEN DO IT?

"Ha! I suppose you call that a joke--one of your club jokes? I wish
you'd think a little more of people's feelings, and less of your
jokes. As I say, I only wish I'd any money of my own. If there is
anything that humbles a poor woman, it is coming to a man's pocket
for every farthing. It's dreadful!

"Now, Caudle, if ever you kept awake, you shall keep awake to-night--
yes, you shall hear me, for it isn't often I speak, and then you may
go to sleep as soon as you like. Pray do you know what month it is?
And did you see how the children looked at church to-day--like nobody
else's children?

"WHAT WAS THE MATTER WITH THEM?

"Oh, Caudle! How can you ask? Poor things! weren't they all in
their thick merinos and beaver bonnets? What do you say? -

"WHAT OF IT?

"What! you'll tell me that you didn't see how the Briggs's girls, in
their new chips, turned their noses up at 'em? And you didn't see
how the Browns looked at the Smiths, and then at our dear girls, as
much as to say, 'Poor creatures! what figures for the month of May!'

"YOU DIDN'T SEE IT?