Munnion

Munnion meekly and silently upstairs she made up her mind on two points:

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

Miss Munnion looked up; she was completely altered in voice and manner; her hands trembled, her little lace head-dress was crooked; she was evidently deeply troubled.

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

Miss Munnion, you needn't read any more, I shall not be able to sleep now.

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

Miss Munnion sat holding her book close to a crack in the Venetian blind, reaching aloud in a subdued and murmurous voice.

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

She hurried Miss Munnion along as fast as she could, almost as though it were Susie or Dottie she had in charge; and indeed the poor lady was so nervous at the prospect of Mrs Fotheringham that she was as helpless as

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

Munnion, and wondered how her sister Diana was, and whether she had been very glad to see her, and most of all she wondered how Miss Munnion

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

Miss Munnion triumphantly, but in a breathless condition, to the door of the house.

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

She had not to wait long, for Miss Munnion reappeared in less than five minutes shaking her head mournfully.

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

She felt inclined to add, "Take care of your purse, and don't lose your ticket," as though she were parting from a child; but Miss Munnion suddenly leaned forward, and gave her a hard little nervous kiss.

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873

It was an evident relief to Miss Munnion to be taken in hand firmly even by a child.

A Pair of Clogs Amy Walton 1873