"Isn't she charmingly pretty and sweet?" his sister demanded of him. She
could never hear praise enough of this new acquisition of hers.
"She has attractive manners, and seems a good young woman."
"I don't allow her to touch any of poor Marion's music, Francis."
"Oh!" he said deprecating such restrictions. "What harm would her playing
Marion's music do?"
"I'm afraid she is going to leave us."
"Indeed? I have been looking on her as a fixture."
"She has been telling me the mother's shop has to be given up."
"It is a case of the shop giving up the mother, I fear."
"This poor little thing says she can't be happy living with us in luxury
while the mother and sister are in difficulties. She thinks of taking a
quite small house, and getting together a school of little children. It
seems a hopeless look-out, Francis."
"It does," he acquiesced, and took up the book he had laid down.
"But, Francis, I wish you would show a little interest. We decided when
that poor boy was killed we owed them what reparation could be made. I
feel deeply something should be done for this girl. She is too pretty, too
young, too delicate and dainty, to fight such a hard fight alone."
"She has her mother and sister.
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