for she was very tired. "Oh, dear! how my legs ache.
I feel as though I don't want to do a thing more to-day."

Mary looked at Audrey once or twice with disapproval, as she sat lazily
turning over the pages. She hardly liked to say what was in her mind, for
she was a little in awe of her master's eldest daughter, who seemed to
know so much better than anyone else how things should be done, and to
have been accustomed to everything so much grander than they were at the
Vicarage.

Loyalty to Faith, though, gave her courage. Faith, so good-tempered and
willing, at the beck and call of everyone. If Audrey was tired, so were
they all--and with working for her, too--and Faith was feeling quite sick
with the pain in her head.

"There is the cloth to lay, miss," she said, reluctantly. "I haven't been
able to do that yet. Miss Faith said she would, but she is feeling so
bad----"

"Oh, isn't the cloth laid!" in a disappointed voice, "then I suppose,"
reluctantly, "I had better do it. Where do you keep it, Mary, and where
shall I find the glasses, and the table napkins, and the silver?"

Mary stopped and showed her, running back between whiles to attend to the
potatoes. Audrey laid the cloth, and turned to the plate-basket.
"I suppose I ought to polish each fork and spoon as I lay it," she
thought, ruefully, "it all looks smeary; but, I can't bother. I am too
tired to-day. The things shouldn't be put away smeary," she added
crossly, "it is only leaving the work for someone else to do."

When she had finished laying the silver, she went out to the kitchen again
and collected the glasses. Every one had the smeary look that glasses
have if they have been wiped with a damp, and not too clean, cloth.

At the sight of them she exclaimed with impatience: "Oh, bother the
things!" she cried irritably, "I can't stay to wipe them all, I am tired
out." She was putting them on the table when her father came into the
room. "That is right, dear, I am glad you are showing Mary how things
should be done. She is very young, and has had no proper training.
Example is everything with Mary, she is very imitative; but poor little
Faith has had too much on her hands to be able to attend to the
daintinesses of life."

Audrey coloured, but not, as her father thought, with pleasure.

"Example!" That was what Dr. Gray had said. How tiresome it was of
people to keep on about example, and how difficult it made life!
It was so much mo