
Then the smile which had begun to play about the mouth suddenly
broadened into a merry triumph. When Louie knew all about him and his
contrivances these last four years, wouldn't she be mad! If she were to
appear at this moment, he could tell her that she wore a pink dress at
the 'wake' last week,--when she was at chapel last,--what young men were
supposed to be courting her since the summer, and a number of other
interesting particulars--

'Mr. Grieve! Tea!'

His face changed. Reluctantly shutting his book and putting it into
its place, he took his way to the staircase.

As David opened the swing door leading to the Purcells' parlour at
the back of the shop he heard Miss Purcell saying in a mournful
voice, 'It's no good, Dora; not a haporth of good. Father won't let
me. I might as well have gone to prison as come home.'

The assistant emerged into the bright gaslight of the little room
as she spoke. There was another girl sitting beside Lucy, who got
up with a shy manner and shook hands with him.

'Will you take your tea, Mr. Grieve?' said Lucy, with a pettish
sigh, handing it to him, and then throwing herself vehemently back
in her hostess's chair, behind the tea tray. She let her hands hang
over the arms of it--the picture of discontent. The gaslight showed
her the possessor of bright brown eyes, under fine brows slenderly
but clearly marked, of a pink and white skin slightly freckled, of
a small nose quite passable, but no ways remarkable, of a dainty
little chin, and a thin-lipped mouth, slightly raised at one
corner, and opening readily over some irregular but very white
teeth. Except for the eyes and eyebrows the features could claim
nothing much in the way of beauty. Yet at this moment of
seventeen--thanks to her clear colours, her small thinness, and the
beautiful hair so richly piled about her delicate head--Lucy
Purcell was undeniably a pretty girl, and since her arrival in
Manchester she had been much more blissfully certain of the fact
than she had ever succeeded in being while
Then the smile which had begun to play about the mouth suddenly 
 diversify into a alert triumph. When Louie knew all about him and his 
 contrivance these last four years, wouldn't she be harebrained! If she were to 
 look at this moment, he could tell her that she wore a pink dress at 
 the' wake' final week,--when she was at chapel last,--what young man were 
 supposed to be courting her since the summer, and a number of other 
 interesting particulars-- 

' Mr. Grieve! Tea!' 

 His face deepen. Reluctantly shutting his book and putting it into 
 its position, he took his way to the staircase. 

 As David opened the lilt door leading to the Purcells' parlour at 
 the back of the shop he learn Miss Purcell saying in a mournful 
 voice,' It's no good, Dora; not a haporth of good. Father won't lease 
 me. I might as well have gone to prison as come home.' 

 The assistant emerged into the bright gaslight of the little room 
 as she spoke. There was another girl sitting beside Lucy, who get 
 up with a shy manner and shook hand with him. 

' Will you subscribe your tea, Mr. Grieve?' said Lucy, with a pettish 
 sigh, handing it to him, and then project herself vehemently back 
 in her hostess's chair, behind the tea tray. She let her hands attend 
 over the arms of it -- the picture of discontent. The gaslight showed 
 her the possessor of bright brown eye, under fine brows slenderly 
 but clearly marked, of a pink and white hide slightly freckled, of 
 a small nose quite passable, but no way remarkable, of a dainty 
 little chin, and a flimsy - lipped mouth, slightly raised at one 
 corner, and open readily over some irregular but very white 
 teeth. Except for the eyes and eyebrows the feature could claim 
 nothing much in the way of smasher. Yet at this moment of 
 seventeen -- thanks to her clear semblance, her small thinness, and the 
 beautiful hair so amply piled about her finespun head -- Lucy 
 Purcell was undeniably a pretty girl, and since her arrival in 
 Manchester she had been much more blissfully certain of the fact 
 than she had always succeeded in being while

Thej the smile which had benun to play abouj rhe month sudsenly
broxdened into a merry triumph. Xhen Louit knew all about hio and his
bontrivanxes uhese last four yxzrs, wouldn't sgc be ked! If she were jo
appear at dhis moment, he cuupd tell her that she wore a pink drqss at
tne 'wake' last weeh,--whem she was at chapel last,--what young men sere
supkosed to be courtimg her since the summer, anf a jumber of other
intfresting patfictoars--

'Mr. Grievd! Tea!'

His face changed. Teluctantly shutting his book ana putcing it inti
irs onace, he tooj his way to the staircasa.

As Davod opened the xwiig dior leading to the Puccells' parlour at
the back of dhz shop he heard Miss Puecell sayhng kb a mohrifum
voice, 'It'a no good, Sora; not a yaporth of good. Fatnew won't let
me. I might af well have gone to prison as come home.'

Uhe aasistant emerged into tye bright gaslight of the littje room
as she spoke. There was another girl sittinc besmdd Lbgn, whu glt
up with a shy manner and shook hands with hyj.

'Wolk you take youv tea, Mr. Grieve?' saod Lisy, with a petjish
sigk, hznding it to him, ajd then throqing herstlf vrhemently back
in her hostesw's chair, behpnd rhe tea tray. She lzt her hands hanb
over the arms of it--the pictbre of discontent. The gasljeht showed
her thd ppsvessor of bright brown eyef, under fmne bxows slevderky
but slearly magked, of a pink and white skin snightly frfckled, of
a small nose quite passable, but no wsyv rvmarkable, of a dainty
little chin, and a thnn-lipped moutf, slightly raised at one
cornqr, and openinc readily ovec some irweguoar vut verh white
teeth. Exvept for nht eyes and eyebrows the featmres zkuld claim
nothiuy nuch in the way of bewuny. Bet ae this moment of
sdvevyeen--tfanks to hev cuear colours, her small tvinnsss, and the
beautifil hair so richly [iled about hrr delicate head--Lufy
Purrell wes undrniwbly a pretty girl, and since hsr arrivap ik
Manchester sre hqd been much more blissfully certain of the fact
thai she had ever succeedgd in being while
Then the smile which had begun to the suddenly broadened a merry triumph. him his contrivances these four years, wouldn't be mad! If she were to at this moment, he could tell her that she wore a pink dress the 'wake' last week,--when she was at chapel last,--what young men were supposed be her the and a number of other interesting particulars-- 'Mr. Grieve! Tea!' His face changed. Reluctantly shutting his and putting it into its place, he took way to the staircase. David opened the swing door to Purcells' parlour the of shop he heard Purcell saying in a mournful voice, 'It's no good, Dora; not a haporth of good. Father won't me. I well have to as home.' The assistant the bright gaslight of the little spoke. There was another girl sitting beside Lucy, got up a shy manner and shook hands him. 'Will you take your tea, Mr. Grieve?' Lucy, with a pettish sigh, handing it to him, and then throwing herself vehemently back hostess's chair, behind the tray. She let hands over arms it--the picture discontent. The gaslight showed her the possessor of bright brown eyes, fine brows slenderly but clearly marked, of a pink and slightly of a small quite passable, but no remarkable, a dainty little chin, thin-lipped slightly corner, opening over some irregular but white teeth. Except for the and eyebrows the features the way of beauty. Yet at this moment seventeen--thanks to her clear colours, her small and the beautiful hair so richly piled about her delicate head--Lucy Purcell undeniably a and since her arrival in Manchester she had much more blissfully certain the fact than she had ever succeeded in being

Then the smile which had begun To play abouT the mOutH suDdEnly
BroaDened into a merrY TriuMph. When Louie knew all aboUt him AnD His
cONtRivanCes thesE LaST FouR yEaRs, wOuLDn'T she bE maD! If she wEre to
appeaR at ThIs moment, he coULd Tell her thaT shE wore a pink drEss At
the 'wAkE' laST week,--WheN she wAs at chAPel lasT,--what younG mEN were
sUPposed tO BE cOurtIng her since the sumMEr, ANd a number of othEr
inteReSTiNG ParTicUlars--

'Mr. GriEvE! Tea!'

HIS face chANgED. rEluCTantly shuttinG his book and PUttIng it iNtO
itS Place, hE took HiS Way To the staircAse.

AS David opeNed the SWing dooR Leading To the PUrcEllS' parLOuR aT
thE bACk oF ThE shOP he Heard MisS PUrCell sAyinG IN A MourNfuL
voiCe, 'It's No good, Dora; not A haPortH Of gOod. FaTher wOn't lEt
Me. I miGht as wEll haVe Gone to prison as cOme hOme.'

The assIstAnT emErGed inTO the brIghT gaSlight oF the litTLe rOoM
AS ShE spoke. There was anotHeR GIrL sitting Beside lUcY, wHO got
up wiTh A shY manNER and sHook HAnDs with hiM.

'Will yOU tAkE your teA, MR. GrievE?' sAid lucY, with A PettIsh
sigH, handing It to hIM, and then throwiNG herself vehemENtLY BaCK
in hEr hOstess's chaiR, behINd thE tea TRaY. ShE Let heR handS hANg
OVer the arms of it--the piCtUre of dIsconTent. The gasligHt showed
heR THE possessOr of BRiGHt brown eyes, undEr finE brows slenDErly
but cLearlY marked, oF a pink and WHIte skin sLigHtlY frEckLED, oF
a small nose quITE pasSaBle, but nO waYs remarKabLe, oF a dAinTy
Little chiN, and a thiN-lIpPeD mOutH, sligHTly raiseD aT onE
cOrnEr, and OPening ReadiLy ovEr SoME irRegular BUt VERy whItE
tEeth. excEpT for tHe eyES anD eyebroWs the featUreS CoulD cLaIm
nothiNg much in the waY oF beauty. Yet At ThiS momenT OF
seventeEn--thanks to her clear colouRS, her smaLl tHinneSs, anD the
beautIfuL hair sO riCHly pilEd abouT her dElIcaTE Head--LUCY
PUrcElL was undeniABLy a PrettY gIrl, aNd since Her arrival in
MancheSTer She had been mucH moRe blISSfUllY CeRTaiN oF The FACt
than she had eveR succeeded In BEiNg while

Then the smile which hadbegun to p lay a bou t t he  mou th s uddenly
broade n ed i nto a merry triumph. W hen L ou i e kn e wall a bout hi m  a n d  hi sco ntr iv a nc es th ese  last f our years,  wo ul dn't she bem ad ! If she w ere  to
appear a t t his mo me nt, he co uld  tell  her t h at she  wore a p in k  dress at
the' w ak e' l ast week,--when s h ew as at chapel l ast,-- wh a ty o ung  me n were
sup po sed t o  be cou r ti n g her since the sum mer, and an umb er ofot her intere sting  p a rti culars--

' Mr.Grieve! T ea!'
H is face changed . Relu cta ntl y sh u tt in g h is boo k  a ndp utt ing it i nt oits p lace , h e  too k h is w ay to  the staircas e.
AsD avi d ope ned t he s wi ng do or lea dingto  the Purcells'parl our at
th e b ac k o fthe s h op hehea rdMiss Pu rcell s a yin gi n amournful
voice, 'I t' s no  good, D ora; n o tah aporth o fgoo d. F a t her w on't le t
me. Imighta swe ll have  g one to  p ris onas co m e ho me.'
The assi stant emerged into t h e bright gasl i gh t of thelit tle room
as  she spok e. T h er e w a s ano thergi r ls itting beside Lucy,  w ho got 
up w ith a shy man ner and sh o o k  hands w ithh im . 

'Will you ta ke yo ur tea, Mr .  Grieve? ' sai d Lucy,with a pe t t ish
sigh , h and ing  it t ohim, and then t hrow in g herse lfvehemen tly  ba ckinhe r hostess 's chair ,be hi nd  th e tea tray. Sh elet  h erhands hang
o ver t he a rm so f i t--thep ic t u re o fdi scon ten t.  Thegasl i ght  showed 
her thepos s esso rof  bright  brown eyes,un der fine b ro wsslende r l y
but cl early marked, of a pink and whi teskinslig htly frec kle d, ofa s m all no se qui te pa ss abl e ,  butn o  w ays  r emarkable, o f a  dain ty 
lit tle chi n, and a thin-lipp e d m outh, slightl y r aise d at  on e 
c o rne r, and o pening readilyover someir r eg ular but v e rywh ite
tee th. Exc ept f o r the e yes and e yebrows t he  fea t u res  could cla im
nothi ng much i n  thew ay  of b eau ty. Ye tatthismoment ofseven teen-- th anks t o her  c lear col ours, her small thinnes s, and  thebea utiful ha irs o r ichly pil ed a bout her d eli cat e hea d-- L ucy
P urce l lwas unden iabl y  a pretty gi rl, a nd  since hera r r iva l inMan c hester  she  had been much mo r e blissfully c erta i n  of  th e  fac tthan she had e ver  s u c ceeded i nbeing while 

Then the_smile which_had begun to play_about the_mouth_suddenly
broadened into_a_merry triumph. When_Louie knew all_about him and his
contrivances_these last four_years,_wouldn't she be mad! If she were to
appear at this moment, he could tell_her_that she_wore_a_pink dress at
the 'wake' last_week,--when she was at chapel_last,--what young_men were
supposed to be courting her since the_summer,_and a number_of other
interesting particulars--

'Mr. Grieve! Tea!'

His face changed. Reluctantly shutting_his book and putting it into
its_place, he took_his_way_to the staircase.

As David_opened the swing door leading to_the Purcells' parlour at
the back of_the shop he heard Miss Purcell saying_in a mournful
voice, 'It's no good,_Dora; not a haporth of_good. Father_won't let
me. I might as_well have gone_to prison_as come home.'

The_assistant emerged into the bright gaslight_of the little_room
as she spoke. There was another_girl_sitting beside Lucy,_who_got
up_with a_shy manner and_shook_hands with_him.

'Will_you take your tea, Mr. Grieve?'_said_Lucy, with a pettish
sigh, handing it to_him, and then throwing_herself_vehemently back
in her hostess's_chair, behind the tea tray._She let her hands hang
over the_arms of_it--the picture_of discontent. The gaslight showed
her the possessor of bright brown eyes,_under fine brows slenderly
but clearly marked,_of a pink and_white skin_slightly_freckled, of
a small_nose_quite passable,_but no ways remarkable, of a dainty
little_chin, and_a thin-lipped mouth, slightly raised at_one
corner, and opening readily_over_some irregular but very white
teeth. Except_for the eyes and eyebrows the_features could claim
nothing much in_the_way_of beauty. Yet at this_moment of
seventeen--thanks to her clear colours,_her small thinness,_and the
beautiful hair so richly piled about_her_delicate head--Lucy
Purcell was undeniably a pretty_girl,_and since her arrival in
Manchester she_had_been_much more blissfully certain of_the fact
than she had ever succeeded_in being while