60 | Things will Take a Turn.

Mrs. White, the housekeeper, saw it, she declared
solemnly that a court milliner could not have done
it better.

Mrs. White started about half-past nine the
next morning to go to old David Burnley’s shop.
Between you and me, she did not quite like the
notion of “this chit of a child” coming to the
house.

‘Master has such odd ideas,” she said to herself
as she rolled along, for she was rather a stout per-
sonage. ‘‘ Miss Violet is going on very nicely by
herself, and doesn’t want any strange body coming
to worry her. Deary me! what a narrow street to
live in!”

I should tell you that years ago Mrs. White had
lived in a far narrower street than Childie’s; but
it was so long ago that she had quite forgotten.
People do forget, you know!

She had quite determined to be very stern and
patronizing and haughty to the “chit”; and she
was almost glad she had a cough, because a cer-

tain kind of cough is very awe-inspiring; and she