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Geoffrey, what about that
beautiful chop? I might warm it over for your breakfast?"
"Heaven forbid!"
"Then I must eat it myself, I suppose, though it do seem a shame to
waste such a lovely chop on Ann Angelina Trapes! But, Hermy dear, I just
been down to see Mrs. Bowker, an' her little Hazel's very bad--her poor
little hip again, an' she's coughin' too, somethin' dreadful."
"Poor little Hazel! Did she ask for me, Ann?"
"Well, my dear, she did, an' Mrs. Bowker did ask if you'd go an' look at
her--but I do hate t' disturb ye, that I do!"
"Oh, it's all right, Ann. Tell Mrs. Bowker I'll be right down."
"I will so, but it's a dratted shame as you should shoulder everybody's
troubles, that it is."
"Oh, Ann--as though I do! And then how about yourself, dear--what of the
Baxters and the Ryders, and Mrs. Tipping's baby and--"
"My land!" cried Mrs. Trapes, "that chop'll be a cinder!" and she
hurried away.
"Poor little Hazel," said Hermione, coming to a small corner cupboard.
"She's such a dear, quaint little person! You must have seen her on the
stairs, Mr.


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