conversations took place between Juliet and her mother, what
admirable remarks did that excellent mother make, referring to sundry
small sins of omission and commission on Juliet's part! When I saw
Flurry wince and turn red I knew the remarks had struck home.

It was astonishing how Juliet's behavior varied with Flurry's. If
Flurry were inattentive, Juliet was listless; if her history lessons
were ill-learned, Juliet's mamma had always a great deal to say about
the battle of Agincourt or any other event that it was necessary to
impress on her memory. I am afraid Flurry at last took a great
dislike to that well-meaning lady, and begged to hear more about
Juliet's little brother and sister. When I came to a very
uninteresting part she would propose a game of ball or a scamper with
Flossy; but all the same next day we would be back at it again.

The luncheon hour was very pleasant to me. I grew to like Miss Lucas
excessively; she talked so pleasantly and seemed so interested in all
I had to tell her about myself and Flurry; a quiet atmosphere of
refinement surrounded her--a certain fitness and harmony of thought.
Sometimes she would invite us into the drawing-room after luncheon,
saying she felt lonely and would be glad of our society for a little.
I used to enjoy those half-hours, though I am afraid Flurry found
them a little wearisome. Our talk went over her head, and she would
listen to it with a droll, half-bored expression, and take refuge at
last with Flossy.

Sometimes, but not often, Miss Lucas would take us to drive with
her. I think, until she knew me well, that she liked better to be
alone with her own thoughts. As our knowledge of each other grew, I
was struck with the flower-like unfolding of her ideas; they would