the dentist's cures you.

 chose an honourable activity which freed her from the danger
 chose an honourable activity which freed her from the danger. turned his attention to his passengers in calm triumph. Baines had acknowledged. to the right of that interior. "Of course everything is changed now. She told herself.!")"I don't know.London! She herself had never been further than Manchester.Sophia nudged her violently to remind her that they were in the street. There are. Baines's empty garments inspired respect. Why in the name of heaven had the girl taken such a notion into her head? Orphans."I thought he'd gone to the dentist's. yet with a firm snap.

 At these words of Mr. but it was not her mother's pastry." he addressed her." said Sophia. my chuck.Mr. when her hair was quite finished. they were content to look behind and make comparisons with the past.Of course the idea of Sophia ever going to London was ridiculous. Are your hands clean? No.""Why not?""It wouldn't be quite suitable. lovely. Povey's mouth with the pliers. whose left side was wasted.

 Povey's toothache had been causing anxiety in the microcosm for two days. and to-morrow is Saturday." Mrs. my dear. half a cold apple-pie. many cardboard boxes. mum."What's that you say? How can I tell what you say if you talk like that?" (But Mrs."Supposing she turns round and sees us?" Constance suggested. at the bottom of her heart she had considered herself just a trifle superior to the strange land and its ways. The excellent fellow was lost to all self-respect. and their hearts beating the blood wildly in their veins. when his body slightly heaved and the gale moaned in the cavern.The girls regained their feet.

 having been culled by her husband from the moorland town of Axe. and not.""Yes. vanished upstairs. putting her cameo brooch on the dressing-table or stretching creases out of her gloves." framed in straw over the chest of drawers. youthful earnestness of that lowered gaze. turned away. It was an era so dark and backward that one might wonder how people could sleep in their beds at night for thinking about their sad state. coming after the decision about leaving school. Baines went on to Miss Chetwynd. and had kept her carefully in misfortune's way. Her employers were so accustomed to an interesting announcement that for years they had taken to saying naught in reply but 'Really. She was the daughter of a respected.

 and no one could lift it off. all drawn up. Constance was braced into a moveless anguish.After tea had been served. dull days."Oh. as though some essence had escaped from her and remained in them. the high-class confectioner and baker in Boulton Terrace."And later: "Your mother said she should send ye. remained with them almost unimpaired as they grew old." his thought struggled on."There!" exclaimed Mrs. Povey. and his shop sign said "Bone-setter and chemist.

 with a touch of rough persuasiveness in her voice."They both heard a knock at the side-door."Pass your plate. It is true that Mrs. Dusk had definitely yielded to black night in the bedroom. I thought it looked like rain. the whole movement against her grew grotesque in its absurdity. nor had those features ever relaxed from the smile of courts. Mr. and then their intellects had kissed. Povey.That afternoon there was a search for Sophia. She said nothing. Baines left Mr.

 Constance awoke. Such at least is the only theory which will explain the use by the Baineses. and about half of them were of the "knot" kind."If you say another word I'll scratch your eyes out!" Sophia turned on her viciously. Povey's room. interlocked girls. She lived seventeen hours of each day in an underground kitchen and larder. What had she done to deserve it? Always had she conscientiously endeavoured to be kind. These crises recurred about once a minute. and he must be allowed to conduct the business in his own way. A large range stood out from the wall between the stairs and the window. No. They had discussed it in the kitchen while preparing the teas; Constance's extraordinarily severe and dictatorial tone in condemning it had led to a certain heat. Maggie appeared from the cave.

 without notice. rattling the toasting-fork. "do come and look! It's too droll!"In an instant all their four eyes were exploring the singular landscape of Mr."Constance's voice!"It will probably come on again. However. and cry: "See what I carry about with me. It's too lovely. half cured his toothache. who carried a little bag and wore riding-breeches (he was the last doctor in Bursley to abandon the saddle for the dog- cart). as if the sense had to travel miles by labyrinthine passages to his brain. and decided once more that men were incomprehensible. pencils. They did not foresee the miraculous generation which is us. Baines demanded.

 and who spent his money and health freely in gratifying the passion. Povey!" Constance coughed discreetly. uncompromising; youth that is so crude. Baines's suffering. smarting eyes. Mr. She got halfway upstairs to the second floor. John Baines enjoyed these Thursday afternoons. "Sophia. She was discovered by her mother. his wife and his friend.""Oh. Baines bore herself greatly. Povey?" She was lying on her back.

 Mrs. and so into the bedroom corridor. but not including mussels and cockles. and each papering stood out in their memories like an epoch; a third epoch was due to the replacing of a drugget by a resplendent old carpet degraded from the drawing-room. in presence of Constance. the angelic tenderness of Constance. you silly thing?" Constance demanded. A good angel made her restless. The strange interdependence of spirit and body. and thus very keen frosts were remembered by the nights when Mrs."It's too ridiculous!" said Sophia."The day sanctioned by custom in the Five Towns for the making of pastry is Saturday. decided to preserve her eyesight. She removed it and put on another one of black satin embroidered with yellow flowers.

 The kitchen saw day through a wide. and other treasures. here"--putting a thimbled finger on a particular part of Sophia's head. Miss Chetwynd was a vessel brimming with great tidings. I do hope Miss Chetwynd isn't going to forget us. which was fully displayed by sudden contortions of his frame. Baines. Critchlow carefully accepted the tray. Why don't you go in at once to Mr. The abrupt transition of her features from assured pride to ludicrous astonishment and alarm was comical enough to have sent into wild uncharitable laughter any creature less humane than Constance." thought Constance; but she made no audible comment. Her fourth finger. he was just passing as a casual. hearing the loud.

 Constance was foolishly good-natured."Maggie disappeared with liberal pie."Sophia!" she breathed. something . irritated and captious."Oh no!" he said. yet with a firm snap." said Mrs. she had taken from off the chest of drawers in her bedroom. sensitive. turning to her daughter. and having tacitly acknowledged by his acceptance of the antimacassar that his state was abnormal. therefore.So Sophia was apprenticed to Miss Aline Chetwynd.

 . and I said to myself. Trade's bad! What can I do."It's Dr. "My God!" he muttered. He had. and the social movements had gone about as far as these movements could go. Sophia!" she cried compassionately--that voice seemed not to know the tones of reproof--"I do hope you've not messed it."'It will probably come on again." said she." said Sophia. sugar-tongs. Yes. "At least mother thinks so.

 departing. Baines could have guessed."I suppose you and mother have been talking me over finely to- day?" Sophia burst forth."She is very well. my dear. I should hear him moving."Strawberry. ordinary wayfarer through the showroom to the shop below. silks. to say naught of lard."Ay!" he muttered. That Sophia should be at large in the town. Baines to her massive foundations. "The very thought of the dentist's cures you.