"But then you knew that London itself, and friends lay behind it. Here--well! we are desolate. Oh Dixon, what a place this is!"
"Indeed, ma'am, I'm sure it will be your death before long, and then I know who'll--stay! Miss Hale, that's far too heavy for you to lift."
"Not at all, thank you, Dixon," replied Margaret coldly. "The best thing we can do for mamma is to get her room quite ready for her to go to bed, while I go and bring her a cup of coffee."
Mr. Hale was equally out of spirits, and equally came upon Margaret for sympathy.

'But in London you knew that friends lay behind it. Here, we are desolate. Oh Dixon, what a place this is!'
'Indeed, ma'am, I'm sure it will be your death before long! Miss Hale, that's far too heavy for you to lift.'
'Not at all, thank you, Dixon,' replied Margaret coldly. 'The best thing we can do for mamma is to get her room ready for her to go to bed, while I bring her a cup of coffee.'
Mr. Hale was equally out of spirits, and equally came to Margaret for sympathy.
