H V Brock
MISS LUCRETIA'S NEW IDEA.
A COMPLETE STORY.
By M. H. Cornwall Legh, Author of "The Steep Ascent," Etc.
I.
"So poor Annie is dead!" Miss Lucretia repeated as she laid down the black-edged letter which she had just read through for the third time and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief already damp and flabby. "Poor Annie! So soon after poor Edward's death too! And now I wonder what will become of poor little Amy?"
She repeated the adjective which seemed most appropriate as often as she liked, for she was only speaking to herself.
Miss Lucretia lived alone in a very small house, which was one of a row, all just alike, with a bow-window apiece for their glory, and a little bit of garden and a fence and a gate. They were called Primrose Cottages, despite the fact that there were no primroses about them.
Thirlambury was a very dull, behind-the-age little town, and people thought Miss Lucretia a very dull, behind-the-age little lady. She thought so herself; for she had always taken life meekly.