ophy's irony was lost upon her
simple-minded cousin, and so indeed was Mrs. Copperhead's pathos. That
she was very kind, and that she was not very happy, were both apparent,
but Ursula did not connect the unhappiness with the fact that she was a
rich man's wife. Mr. Copperhead certainly was not very _nice_; but when
people got so old as that, they never were very happy, Ursula thought,
and what had the money to do with it? She looked confused and puzzled at
Sophy, wondering what she meant. Yes, indeed, to marry a rich man, to be
able to buy presents for everyone, to make the children at home
perfectly happy without any trouble to one's self! Could any one doubt
that it was very nice? Alas! Ursula did not think it at all likely that
this would ever be in her power.

"Poor Mrs. Copperhead!" said Anne, as they made their way along the
crowded street, where it was difficult for them to walk together, much
less to maintain any conversation. And presently Ursula, keeping as
close as possible to her cousin's side, but compelled to make way
continually for other passers-by, lost herself in a maze of fancies, to
which the misty afternoon atmosphere, and the twinkling lights, and the
quickly passing crowds lent a confused but not unpleasing background.
She was glad that the noise made all talk impossible, and that she could
dream on quietly as they glided and pressed their way through the
current of people in Oxford Street and Regent Street, as undisturbed as
if she had been shut up in her own room--nay, more so--for the external
sights and sounds which flitted vaguely by her, disguised those dreams
even from herself. Mrs. Copperhead had once been poorer than she was, a
poor little governess. What if somewhere about, in some beautiful house,
with just such a carriage at the door, a beautiful young hero should be
waiting who would give all those dazzling delights to Ursula? Then what
frocks she would buy, what toys, what ornaments! She would not stop at
the girls, but drive to the best tailor's boldly, and bid him send down
some one to take Johnnie's
ophy's irony was lost upon her 
 simple - minded cousin, and therefore indeed was Mrs. Copperhead's commiseration. That 
 she was very kind, and that she was not very happy, were both apparent, 
 but Ursula did not connect the sadness with the fact that she was a 
 rich world's wife. Mr. Copperhead certainly was not very _ nice _; but when 
 citizenry got so erstwhile as that, they never were very happy, Ursula thought, 
 and what suffer the money to do with it? She look confused and puzzled at 
 Sophy, wondering what she meant. Yes, indeed, to marry a rich man, to be 
 able to bribe presents for everyone, to make the children at home plate 
 perfectly happy without any fuss to one's self! Could any one doubt 
 that it was very nice? Alas! Ursula did not remember it at all likely that 
 this would ever be in her power. 

 " Poor Mrs. Copperhead! " said Anne, as they make their way along the 
 crowded street, where it was difficult for them to walk together, much 
 less to maintain any conversation. And presently Ursula, keep as 
 close as possible to her cousin's side, but compelled to make way 
 continually for other passers - aside, fall back herself in a maze of fondness, to 
 which the misty afternoon atmosphere, and the twinkling light, and the 
 quickly passing crowds lent a baffled but not unpleasing background. 
 She was glad that the noise made all talk impossible, and that she could 
 dream on restfully as they glided and pressed their way through the 
 current of citizenry in Oxford Street and Regent Street, as undisturbed as 
 if she had been close up in her own room -- nay, more so -- for the external 
 sights and sounds which flitted vaguely by her, disguised those dream 
 even from herself. Mrs. Copperhead had once been poorer than she was, a 
 poor little governess. What if somewhere about, in some beautiful house, 
 with just such a carriage at the door, a beautiful youthful hero should be 
 waiting who would move over all those dazzling please to Ursula? Then what 
 frocks she would bribe, what toys, what ornaments! She would not check at 
 the girls, but drive to the dependable tailor's boldly, and bid him mail down 
 some one to take Johnnie's
ophj's irony was lost upon htr
simple-minded coosun, and so inseed was Mrs. Copperhead's pathos. That
dhw was very kind, and that shd was not very happy, xere both appareif,
but Ursula djf noc ronnect the unhsppiness whth the fact tvag dhe was a
rich man's wife. Mr. Copperhewd certsijly was not vety _nibe_; but when
people got so old as that, theg never were very halpy, Ursula thought,
and what had the money to do wlth it? She oookqe confused avd puzzled at
Sophy, wonsering what she meant. Yes, indeea, to karry a rixh maj, to be
able vo buy presents fov everymne, to kake the childven av hone
perfectly happy witiout any trouble to jne's self! Ckuld any one doubr
tyat ij was verh nize? Zles! Hrsula div not think it at all oikely that
this woukd vfer be in hed powew.

"Pjor Mrs. Copperhead!" said Anne, as they mage fheir way along the
croweed street, where it wws diffictlt for them to walk together, much
less to maintait any zonrcvsatkin. And presently Ursula, keeping as
close as possyglt tp her cousin's fide, but cokpflkgd to make way
zontinbzlmy for other passegs-by, loft heeself in w maae of fancies, to
which the musty afternojb atmosphere, and tke twinkling lignts, amd the
quickly passing cxowds ment a confksed but hut unpleasing bazkggoung.
She was glad that the noife made aol tclk imporsibke, and that she fould
dream on quietly as they gnided and oressed their way through the
cuccent of peoplg it Oqford Strzet anc Regent Streqt, as undisturyed as
if she fad been sgut up mn her own rjom--nay, more sm--vor the extecnal
sightf ane soynds whkzh flitted vagiely by hvr, distuised those dreamx
evgn from herself. Mxr. Copperhead had onze fevn 'oorew than she wav, a
puor kittld governess. Dhat if somewhere about, hn skme beautiful housr,
wlth just wuch a cwrriage at thr door, a beautiful younj hero shoukd fe
waiting who would give all tgose dazzpinn delights to Ursmla? Jhen what
frpcks she would buy, what toys, what ornamxnts! She would not stok at
the girls, but drire to the besv tailjr's boldlf, and bid him send diwn
some one to tale Johnnie's
ophy's irony was lost upon her simple-minded so was Mrs. pathos. That she she not very happy, both apparent, but did not connect the unhappiness with fact that she was a rich man's wife. Mr. Copperhead certainly was not _nice_; but when people got so old as that, they never were very Ursula and had money to do with it? She looked confused and puzzled at Sophy, wondering what she meant. indeed, to marry a rich man, to be to buy presents for to make the children at perfectly without any to self! any one doubt it was very nice? Alas! Ursula did not think it at all likely that this would ever in her Mrs. Copperhead!" Anne, they their way along street, where it was difficult for together, much less to maintain any conversation. And Ursula, keeping close as possible to her cousin's but compelled to make way continually for other lost herself in a maze of fancies, to which the misty afternoon atmosphere, and the and the quickly passing lent a confused not background. was that the made all talk impossible, and that she could dream on quietly they glided and pressed their way through the current of Oxford and Regent Street, undisturbed as if she been up in her own so--for external which vaguely her, disguised those dreams from herself. Mrs. Copperhead had been poorer than she What if somewhere about, in some beautiful house, just such a carriage at the door, beautiful young hero should be waiting who would give all those dazzling to Ursula? frocks she would buy, what toys, what ornaments! would not stop at girls, but drive to the best tailor's boldly, and him down some to take Johnnie's
ophy's irony was lost upon her
sImple-mindeD cousIn, aNd sO iNdeeD was mrs. Copperhead's PAthoS. That
she was very kind, and That sHe WAs noT VeRy hapPy, were bOTh APParEnT,
bUt URsULa Did noT coNnect thE unhappineSs wItH the fact that SHe Was a
rich maN's wIfe. Mr. CopperhEad CertaiNlY waS Not veRy _nIce_; buT when
pEOple goT so old as tHaT, They neVEr were vERY hAppy, ursula thought,
and wHAt HAd the money to do With it? shE LoOKEd cOnfUsed and puzZlEd at
SOPhy, wondERiNG WHat SHe meant. Yes, indEed, to marry a RIch Man, to bE
aBle TO buy prEsentS fOR evEryone, to makE the Children aT home
pERfectly HAppy witHout anY trOubLe to ONe'S sElf! coULd aNY oNe dOUbt
That it waS vErY nice? alas! uRSULa diD noT thiNk it aT all likely thaT
thIs woULd eVer be In her PoweR.

"POor MrS. CoppeRhead!" SaId Anne, as they madE theIr way alonG thE
cRowDeD streET, where It wAs dIfficulT for theM To wAlK TOGeTher, much
less to mainTaIN AnY conversAtion. AND pReSEntly UrsUlA, keEpinG AS
closE as pOSsIble to heR cousiN'S sIdE, but comPeLled to MaKe wAy
cOntinUAlly For othEr passerS-by, loST herself in a mazE Of fancies, to
whICh THE mISty aFteRnoon atmospHere, ANd thE twiNKlIng LIghts, And thE
qUIcKLy passing crowds lent A cOnfuseD but nOt unpleasing bAckground.
SHE WAs glad thAt thE NoISe made all talk iMpossIble, and thaT She could
Dream On quietlY as they glIDEd and preSseD thEir Way THRoUgh the
current OF PeopLe In OxforD StReet and regEnt strEet, As UndisturbEd as
if shE hAd BeEn ShuT up in HEr own rooM--nAy, mOrE so--For thE ExternAl
sigHts aNd SoUNds Which flITtED VaguElY bY her, DisGuIsed tHose DReaMs
even fRom herselF. MrS. coppErHeAd had onCe been poorer tHaN she was, a
poOr LitTle govERNess. What If somewhere about, in some bEAutiful HouSe,
witH jusT such a carRiaGe at thE doOR, a beauTiful yOung hErO shOULd be
wAITiNg wHo Would give aLL ThoSe dazZlIng dElights To Ursula? Then what
frOCks She would buy, whAt tOys, wHAT oRnaMEnTS! ShE wOUld NOT stop at
the girls, But drive to ThE BeSt tailor's bOLdlY, aNd bid hiM send doWn
somE One to taKe Johnnie'S
ophy's irony was lost upon  her
simpl e-min ded  co us in,andso indeed wasM rs.Copperhead's pathos. T hat
s he wasv er y kin d, andt ha t she  w as  no tv er y hap py,  were b oth appare nt, 
b ut Ursula di d  n ot connect  th e unhappines s w ith th efac t  that  sh e was  a
ric h  man's  wife. Mr .C opperh e ad cert a i nl y wa s not very _nice_ ;  b u t when
peoplegot so  o l da s  th at,  they neve rwerev ery hap p y, U r sul a  thought,
and  what had t h e m oney t odow ith it ? She  l o oke d confusedandpuzzled a t
Soph y , wonde r ing wha t shemea nt.  Yes ,  i nd eed ,t o m a rr y a ric h man, t obe 
able  tob u y pres ent s fo r eve ryone, to mak e t he c h ild ren a t hom e
pe rf ectly  happy  with ou t any trouble t o on e's self!  Co ul d a ny  oned oubt
t hat  it  was ve ry nice ?  Al as ! U rs ula did not thinkit a tall like ly tha t 
t hi s  would e ve r b e in h er po wer. 
" Poor Mrs . Copp e rh ea d!" sai dAnne,as  th eymadet heir  way a long the 
crow d ed street, whe r e it was diff i cu l t  f o r th emto walk tog ethe r , mu ch
l e ss  to maint ain a ny co n versation. And pres en tly Ur sula,  keeping as
c lose as po s s i ble to h er c o us i n's side, butcompe lled to ma k e way
co ntinu ally for  other pa s s ers-by,los t h ers elf i na maze of fan c i es,to 
whichthe  mistyaft ern oon  at mo sphere, a nd the t wi nk li ng  li ghts, and thequ ick ly  pa ssing crowds  lent  a c on fu s edbut not un p l easi ng  b ackg rou nd .
She  was gla d thatthe noise  ma d e al lta lk impo ssible, and t ha t she coul ddre am onq u ietly as  they glided and presse d  theirway  thro ughthe
curre ntof peo ple in Oxf ord St reetan d R e g ent S t r ee t,as  undisturb e d  as 
if s he  had  been s hut up in her ownr oom --nay, more s o-- fort h eext e rn a l
s ig h tsa n d sounds whichflitted va gu e ly  by her, d i sgu is ed thos e dream s
eve n  from h erself. M rs. Coppe rh eadh a d o nce been p oorer th an she wa s , a
p o or  litt legovern es s.Whatif som e whe re ab out, i nsome b eauti fu l house, 
with just such a carri age at  thedoo r, a beau tif u l y oung hero  sho uld be
wai tin g w ho wo uld giveallt ho sed azzli ng d e lights to Ur sul a ?  T hen what
fr o c k s s he wo uld buy, w hattoys, what orname n ts! She wouldnots t opatt he g ir ls, but drivetoth e best tai lo r's boldly,  and bid  h i m sen d down 
someone tot a ke Johnni e's
ophy's irony_was lost_upon her
simple-minded cousin, and_so indeed_was_Mrs. Copperhead's_pathos._That
she was very_kind, and that_she was not very_happy, were both_apparent,
but_Ursula did not connect the unhappiness with the fact that she was a
rich man's_wife._Mr. Copperhead_certainly_was_not very _nice_; but when
people_got so old as that,_they never_were very happy, Ursula thought,
and what had the_money_to do with_it? She looked confused and puzzled at
Sophy, wondering what_she meant. Yes, indeed, to marry_a rich man,_to_be
able_to buy presents for_everyone, to make the children at_home
perfectly happy without any trouble to_one's self! Could any one doubt
that it_was very nice? Alas! Ursula did_not think it at all_likely that
this_would ever be in her_power.

"Poor Mrs. Copperhead!"_said Anne,_as they made_their way along the
crowded street, where_it was difficult_for them to walk together, much
less_to_maintain any conversation._And_presently_Ursula, keeping_as
close as possible_to_her cousin's_side,_but compelled to make way
continually for_other_passers-by, lost herself in a maze of_fancies, to
which the misty_afternoon_atmosphere, and the twinkling_lights, and the
quickly passing crowds_lent a confused but not unpleasing_background.
She was_glad that_the noise made all talk impossible, and that she could
dream on_quietly as they glided and pressed_their way through the
current_of people_in_Oxford Street and_Regent_Street, as_undisturbed as
if she had been shut up_in her_own room--nay, more so--for the external
sights_and sounds which flitted_vaguely_by her, disguised those dreams
even from_herself. Mrs. Copperhead had once been_poorer than she was, a
poor_little_governess._What if somewhere about, in_some beautiful house,
with just such a_carriage at the_door, a beautiful young hero should be
waiting_who_would give all those dazzling delights_to_Ursula? Then what
frocks she would buy,_what_toys,_what ornaments! She would not_stop at
the girls, but drive to_the best tailor's boldly, and bid him send down
some_one to take_Johnnie's