as she could possibly

have taken in her own hair if she had been the vainest and

handsomest of women. Her darling was a pleasant sight too,

embracing her and thanking her, and protesting against her

taking so much trouble for herwhich last she only dared to do

playfully, or Miss Pross, sorely hurt, would have retired to her own

chamber and cried. The Doctor was a pleasant sight too, looking

on at them, and telling Miss Pross how she spoilt Lucie, in accents

and with eyes that had as much spoiling in them as Miss Pross

had, and would have had more if it were possible. Mr. Lorry was a

pleasant sight too, beaming at all this in his little wig, and

thanking his bachelor stars for having lighted him in his declining

years to a Home. But, no Hundreds of people came to see the

sights, and Mr. Lorry looked in vain for the fulfilment of Miss

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Pross’s prediction.

Dinner-time, and still no Hundreds of people. In the

arrangements of the little household, Miss Pross took charge of the

lower regions, and always acquitted herself marvellously. Her

dinners, of a very modest quality, were so well cooked and so well

served, and so neat in their contrivances, half English and half

French, that nothing could be better. Miss Pross’s friendship

being of the thoroughly practical kind, she had ravaged Soho and