but under servants would sleep there.”
One morning, on turning the corner of the square after a visit to the grocer’s, the butcher’s, and the baker’s, she saw, to her great delight, that during her rather prolonged absence, a van full of furniture had stopped before the next house, the front doors were thrown open, and men in shirt sleeves were going in and out carrying heavy packages and pieces of furniture.
“It’s taken!” she said. “It really IS taken! Oh, I do hope a nice head will look out
remarked, “unless you want to make presents to the young lady. No one will remember you. She hasn’t a brass farthing to call her own.”
“But what am I to do?” demanded Miss Minchin, as if she felt it entirely his duty to make the matter right. “What am I to do?”
“There isn’t anything to do,” said Mr.