The Frobishers. Baring-Gould Sabine

has Mr. Shand offered to send round the hat among those we have known and entertained and regarded as our fellows. I declined the proposal. The rector has heard of some almshouses for decayed gentlewomen, and has asked me to sanction his canvassing for votes to get me and my sister into one of them—as buxom damsels to figure as decayed gentlewomen. I could not entertain such an idea. I refused that also. No, dear Mrs. Beaudessart, I feel that it is exhilarating, like having the east wind in one's face, to meet the world and make one's own fate, and rely on God, one's stout heart, and ten nimble fingers—but I thank you all the same." And she stood up to depart.