Mother Carey's Chickens
I hope you are getting on well with the work on the house, although I regard your treating it as if it were your own, as the height of extravagance. You will never get back a penny you spend on it, and probably when you get it in good order Mr. Hamilton will come back from Europe and live in it himself, or take it away from you and sell it to some one else.
Gilbert will be home by now, but I should not allow him to touch the woodwork, as he is too careless and unreliable.
["She'll never forget that the bed came down with her!" exclaimed Gilbert, his voice muffled by the sofa cushions.]
[Mother Carey pricked up her ears at this point, and Gilbert raised himself on one elbow, but Nancy went on gravely.]
[Kathleen flushed angrily and laid down her work.]
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