Now ensued general arranging of hair, of chairs, and of blinds; evidently the Jenkins were people worth cultivating, and indisputably of "good style."
"Fly away, Helen, at once," cried Carrie, "and tell Price to bring up tea in about ten minutes; and if there is time, you might just run round the corner and get half-a-dozen of those nice little Scotch cakes. I know Price hates being sent on messages in the afternoon, and you don't mind."
CHAPTER XXVII.
IN WHICH EVERYTHING IS SETTLED TO MRS. PLATT'S SATISFACTION.
"When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?"
Moore.
Lady Grubb's visit was succeeded by one from Mrs. Home—a kind, well-meaning little lady, as we know, but as yet attired in what had been a very nice Dirzee-made garment at Port Blair, and even passed muster for best on board ship, but which stamped her at once in the eyes of the Miss Platts as "bad style."