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"And I'll help finish the tarts," said Grace, cheerfully

"I don't know about that," said her father "'Tisn't quite so much in

your line as it is in your mother-law's and mine"

"Of course I couldn't let you, Grace!" said Giles, with some distress

"I'll do it, of course," said Mrs Melbury, taking off her silk train,

hanging it up to a nail, carefully rolling back her sleeves, pinning

the Giles of his apron for her own use

So Grace pottered idly about, while her father and his wife helped on

the preparations A kindly pity of his household eht them, depressed him much

more than her contempt would have done

Creedle met Giles at the pump after a while, when each of the others

was absorbed in the difficulties of a cuisine based on utensils,

cupboards, and provisions that were strange to the man in a whisper, "This is a bruckle het, ht they'd ha' come so soon?"

The bitter placidity of Winterborne's look adus he

did not care to express "Have you got the celery ready?" he asked,