 their cup of tea. But
Ursula, for her part, was sorry when the walk was over. She had enjoyed
it so much. It was half Regent Street and half Carlingford, with the
pleasure of both mixed up together; and she was half little Ursula May
with her head in the air, and half that very great lady in the
dream-chariot, who had it in her power to make everybody so happy.
Between poor Mrs. Copperhead, who was the most miserable, frightened
little slave in the world, with nothing, as she said, but time and
money, and Ursula without a penny, and who always had so much to do,
what a gulf there was! a gulf, however, which fancy could bridge over so
easily. But the dream was broken when she got indoors; not even the
quiet of her own little room could bring back in all their glory the
disturbed images that had floated before her in the street.

This was Ursula's last day in town, and there can be no doubt that it
was of a nature, without any aid from Sophy's suggestion, to put a great
many ideas into her mind.




CHAPTER VIII.

THE DORSETS.


Next day the little Dorsets came, an odd little pair of shivering
babies, with a still more shivering Ayah. It was the failing health of
the little exotic creatures, endangered by their English blood, though
they had never seen England, and talked nothing but Hindostanee, which
had brought them "home" at this inhospitable time of the year; and to
get the rooms warm enough for them became the entire thought of the
anxious aunts, who contemplated these wan babies with a curious mixture
of emotions, anxious to be "very fond" of them, yet feeling difficulties
in the way. They were very white, as Indian children so often are, with
big blue veins meandering over them, distinct as if traced with colour.
They were frightened by all the novelty round them, and the strange
faces, whose very anxiety increased their alarming aspect; they did not
understand more than a few words of English, and shrank back in a little
heap, leaning against their dark nurse, and clinging to her when their
new relations made overtures of kindness. Children are less
their cup of tea. But 
 Ursula, for her part, was sorry when the walk was over. She had love 
 it therefore much. It was half Regent Street and half Carlingford, with the 
 pleasure of both mixed up in concert; and she was half little Ursula May 
 with her head in the air, and half that very bang-up lady in the 
 dream - chariot, who have it in her power to make everybody indeed happy. 
 Between poor Mrs. Copperhead, who was the most deplorable, frightened 
 little slave in the world, with nothing, as she said, but time and 
 money, and Ursula without a penny, and who constantly had so much to do, 
 what a gulf there exist! a gulf, however, which fancy could bridge over so 
 easily. But the dream was fail when she got indoors; not even the 
 quiet of her own little room could bring back in all their glory the 
 agitate images that had floated before her in the street. 

 This was Ursula's last day in town, and there can be no doubt that it 
 was of a nature, without any care from Sophy's trace, to put a great 
 many ideas into her mind. 




 CHAPTER VIII. 

 THE DORSETS. 


 Next day the little Dorsets came, an odd small pair of shivering 
 baby, with a still more shivering Ayah. It was the failing health of 
 the little alien creatures, endanger by their English blood, though 
 they had never seen England, and lecture nothing but Hindostanee, which 
 had brought them " home " at this inhospitable time of the year; and to 
 get the room warm enough for them became the entire thought of the 
 anxious aunts, who contemplated these wide area network baby with a curious mixture 
 of emotions, anxious to be " very fond " of them, yet feeling difficulty 
 in the way. They were very white, as Indian children therefore often are, with 
 big blue veins weave over them, distinct as if traced with colour. 
 They were frightened by all the novelty attack them, and the strange 
 grimace, whose very anxiety increase their alarming aspect; they did not 
 sympathize more than a few words of English, and shrank back in a little 
 bus, lean against their dark nanny, and clinging to her when their 
 new relations made overture of kindness. Children are less
 thfir cup of tea. But
Ursula, for her part, wcw sorrb when fhe walk was over. She had enjoyed
it do much. It was half Regent Stfeet and jalf Caroinghord, with the
pleeaure of both jlxed bp together; and xhe was hanf little Ursuna Mcy
with her head in the air, and half ehat vety great lady in the
cweam-dhariot, who had it in her power to make enerybody so happy.
Netween poor Mrs. Copperheaf, whl was the most misfrable, frigytenqe
little slavd in the world, with nojhing, as she said, but time and
movey, aud Ursula wutyouh a penny, anv who wlways had so much tm do,
whay a gulf there wav! a gulf, however, which fency could bridge ovgr so
easilf. Yut the dream was brojeb whet sha gog inaoods; nkt evej tie
quiet of ger own litrle room could brinb fqck in all thsir gljrr the
disturbed images that had floated tefkre her in the street.

Thus was Ursula's last dwy in towg, and there can be no doubt that it
was of a natura, witiojt ckn aia fgom Sophy's suggestion, to put a great
many ideaf imtp her mind.




CHAPBER VIII.

THE DORSETX.


Nfxy day the littue Dorseta came, an odd littpe pair of syivering
bwbiex, with a still more shiveribg Ayah. It wcs rhe failing health of
the littue ecotic creatures, endangered bv theid English bpood, thouff
they had never reek Etgland, and talked nothing fut Hindowtanze, which
fad nroughe them "homf" at bvis inhospitable tlme oy the year; and ho
get the rooms warm enough for them became tne ennire thouyht of the
anxious atnts, who contekplated thesd wan babivs with a curious mivture
of emotimjs, anxious tm be "verr fobd" od them, hdt feeling difgiculties
pn the way. They were vern whije, as Indian chilbxeb so often are, eitf
bid hlne veyts meanderinc ovdr gnem, dkstinct as lf gracrd with colour.
They ware rrightened by all yhc novelty round trem, and the syrange
faces, whose gery enxietb incrrasgd their alarming aspect; they djd not
undfrsband more thag a new rords of Euglish, and shrank back in a little
heap, lxaning against their daek nurse, and clingiug to her whei theiw
new reladions made overtures of kindness. Chilcren are less
their cup of tea. But Ursula, for was when the was over. She It half Regent Street half Carlingford, with pleasure of both mixed up together; she was half little Ursula May with her head in the air, and that very great lady in the dream-chariot, who had it in her power make so Between Mrs. Copperhead, who was the most miserable, frightened little slave in the world, with nothing, as said, but time and money, and Ursula without penny, and who always so much to do, what gulf was! a however, fancy bridge over so But the dream was broken when she got indoors; not even the quiet of her own little could bring all their the images had floated before the street. This was Ursula's last and there can be no doubt that it of a without any aid from Sophy's suggestion, put a great many ideas into her mind. VIII. THE DORSETS. Next day the little Dorsets came, an odd little pair of shivering a still more shivering It was the health the exotic endangered by English blood, though they had never seen England, and talked nothing Hindostanee, which had brought them "home" at this inhospitable time year; to get the warm enough for them the thought of the anxious contemplated wan curious of anxious to be "very of them, yet feeling difficulties the way. They were so often are, with big blue veins meandering them, distinct as if traced with colour. were frightened by all the novelty round them, and the strange faces, very anxiety alarming aspect; they did not understand more than few words of English, shrank back in a little heap, leaning against their nurse, clinging to when their new made overtures of Children are less
 their cup of tea. But
Ursula, for Her part, was Sorry WheN thE wAlk wAs ovEr. She had enjoyeD
It so Much. It was half Regent StrEet anD hALf CaRLiNgforD, with thE
PlEASurE oF bOth MiXEd Up togEthEr; and shE was half liTtlE URsula May
with HEr Head in the aIr, aNd half that veRy gReat laDy In tHE
dreaM-chAriot, Who had IT in her Power to maKe EVeryboDY so happY.
bEtWeen Poor Mrs. Copperhead, WHo WAs the most miserAble, frIgHTeNED
liTtlE slave in thE wOrld, wITh nothiNG, aS SHE saID, but time and
moNey, and UrsulA WitHout a pEnNy, aND who alWays hAd SO muCh to do,
what a Gulf There was! a Gulf, hoWEver, whiCH fancy cOuld brIdgE ovEr so
EAsIlY. BuT tHE drEAm Was BRokEn when shE gOt IndooRs; noT EVEN the
QuiEt of Her owN little room coUld BrinG BacK in alL theiR gloRy The
diSturbeD imagEs That had floated bEforE her in the StrEeT.

ThIs Was UrSUla's laSt dAy iN town, anD there cAN be No DOUBt That it
was of a nature, WiTHOuT any aid fRom SopHY's SuGGestion, tO pUt a GreaT
MAny idEas iNTo Her mind.




ChAPTER viIi.

ThE DORSEtS.


next daY tHe lIttLe DorSEts cAme, an oDd little Pair oF Shivering
babieS, With a still morE ShIVErINg AyAh. IT was the failIng hEAlth Of
thE LiTtlE ExotiC creaTuREs, ENdangered by their EngLiSh blooD, thouGh
they had neveR seen EnglaND, ANd talked NothINg BUt Hindostanee, wHich
hAd brought tHEm "home" at This iNhospitaBle time of THE year; and To
gEt tHe rOomS WArM enough for theM BEcamE tHe entirE thOught of The
AnxIouS auNtS, who conteMplated tHeSe WaN bAbiEs witH A curious MiXtuRe
Of eMotioNS, anxioUs to bE "verY fOnD" Of tHem, yet fEElING difFiCuLtieS
in ThE way. THey wERe vEry whitE, as Indian ChiLDren So OfTen are, wIth
big blue veiNs Meandering OvEr tHem, disTINct as if tRaced with colour.
They were FRightenEd bY all tHe noVelty rounD thEm, and tHe sTRange
fAces, whOse veRy AnxIETy incREAsEd tHeIr alarming ASPecT; they DiD not
UnderstAnd more than a few worDS of english, and shrAnk Back IN A lIttLE
hEAp, lEaNIng AGAinst their dark nUrse, and cliNgINg To her when tHEir
NeW relatiOns made OvertURes of kiNdness. ChiLdren are lEsS
 their cup of tea. But
Urs ula, for h er pa rt,  wa ssorr y wh en the walk wa s  ove r. She had enjoyed
itso mu ch .  Itw as  half  Regent St r e etan dhal fC ar lingf ord , withthe
pleasu reof  both mixedu ptogether;and  she was hal f l ittleUr sul a  Maywit h her  headi n theair, andha l f that very gr e a tlady  in the
dream-cha r io t , who had it i n herpo w er t o m ake  everybody  s o hap p y.
Betw e en p o orM rs. Copperhea d, who wast hemost m is era b le, fr ighte ne d 
li ttle slavein t he world,  withn othing, as shesaid,but  ti me a n dmo ney ,a ndU rs ula wit hout a p en ny , and  who a l w ayshad  somuchto do,
what a  gu lf t h ere  was!  a gu lf,ho wever , whic h fan cy  could bridge o verso
easily . B ut  th edream was br oke n w hen she  got in d oor s; n o teven the
quiet ofhe r ow n little  roomc ou ld bring ba ck  in  all t heirglor y  t he
distu rbed i m ag es  that h ad  float ed  be for e her in t he str eet.

Th is wa s  Ursula's last day in town,a nd t he r e ca n b e no doubtthat it
w as o f  a  na t ure,witho ut an y  aid from Sophy's s ug gestio n, to  put a greatmany ideas i n to her m ind. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

THE  DORSETS.
Next da y the  littleDorsets c a m e, an od d l itt lepai r of  shivering
ba b i es,wi th a st ill  more s hiv eri ngAya h.  It was t he faili ng  h ea lt h o f
the little e xo tic  c rea tures ,  endan gered  byth ei r  En glish b l oo d ,  tho ug hthey  ha dnever  see n  En gland,and talke d n o thin gbu t Hindo stanee, which 
h ad brought  t hem  "home " at thisinhospitable time of th e  year;and  to
g et t he roomswar m enou ghf or the m beca me th eent i r e tho u g ht  of  t he
anxious a unt s, wh ocont emplate d these wan babies wit h a curious m ixt ureo f  e mot i on s , a nx i ous t o be "very fond " of them,  y e tfeeling di f fic ul ties
in  the wa y. Th e y werevery whit e, as Ind ia n ch i l dre n so often  are, wi th
big bl u e vei n smeand eri ng ove rthe m, di stinct asif tr aced w it h colo ur.
T he y were f rightened by all the no veltyround  th em, and t hes tra nge
faces , wh ose very a nxi ety  incr eas e d the ir a l ar min g  aspe ct;t hey did n o tund e r st and more th a n a f ew wo rds of Eng lish , and shrank back in a little
he ap,l e ani nga gain st  their dark nu rse ,a n d clingi ng  to her whe n theirne w  rela tionsmade o verture s of kindne ss.Chi ldren are  le ss 
 their_cup of_tea. But
Ursula, for her_part, was_sorry_when the_walk_was over. She_had enjoyed
it so_much. It was half_Regent Street and_half_Carlingford, with the
pleasure of both mixed up together; and she was half little Ursula_May
with_her head_in_the_air, and half that very_great lady in the
dream-chariot, who_had it_in her power to make everybody so happy.
Between_poor_Mrs. Copperhead, who_was the most miserable, frightened
little slave in the world,_with nothing, as she said, but_time and
money, and_Ursula_without_a penny, and who_always had so much to do,
what_a gulf there was! a gulf,_however, which fancy could bridge over so
easily._But the dream was broken when_she got indoors; not even_the
quiet of_her own little room could_bring back in_all their_glory the
disturbed images_that had floated before her in_the street.

This was_Ursula's last day in town, and_there_can be no_doubt_that_it
was of_a nature, without_any_aid from_Sophy's_suggestion, to put a great
many ideas_into_her mind.




CHAPTER VIII.

THE DORSETS.


Next day the little_Dorsets came, an odd_little_pair of shivering
babies, with_a still more shivering Ayah._It was the failing health of
the_little exotic_creatures, endangered_by their English blood, though
they had never seen England, and talked_nothing but Hindostanee, which
had brought them_"home" at this inhospitable_time of_the_year; and to
get_the_rooms warm_enough for them became the entire thought_of the
anxious_aunts, who contemplated these wan babies_with a curious mixture
of_emotions,_anxious to be "very fond" of_them, yet feeling difficulties
in the way._They were very white, as_Indian_children_so often are, with
big blue_veins meandering over them, distinct as_if traced with_colour.
They were frightened by all the novelty_round_them, and the strange
faces, whose very_anxiety_increased their alarming aspect; they did_not
understand_more_than a few words of_English, and shrank back in a_little
heap, leaning against their dark nurse, and clinging to_her when their
new_relations made overtures of kindness._Children_are_less