Chapter 25 Mrs.Wilson's Determination

Something there was, what, none presumed to say,

Clouds lightly passing on a smiling day,-

Whispers and hints which went from ear to ear,

And mixed reports no judge on earth could clear.

CRABBE.

Curious conjectures he may always make,

And either side of dubious questions take.

CRABBE.

Mary went home. Oh! how her head did ach