"We shall have to work like niggers, and not have very much to eat. I think we all realise that," said Lucy, with an encouraging smile.
"Plain living and high thinking," ventured Fanny; then grew overwhelmed with confusion at her own unwonted brilliancy.
"At least," said Phyllis, "we can all of us manage the plain living. And as a beginning, I vote we go upstairs to supper."
CHAPTER V. THIS WORKING-DAY WORLD.
O the pity of it.
Othello.