"Very moderate, ma'am."
"Diet good, I believe?"
"Excellent, ma'am."
"Unlimited?"
"Unlimited."
"Most satisfactory. Corporal punishment dispensed with?"
"Why, we do occasionally shake," said Mrs. Lemon, "and we have slapped. But only in extreme cases."
"Could I, ma'am," said Mrs. Orange,—"could I see the establishment?"
"With the greatest of pleasure, ma'am," said Mrs. Lemon.
Mrs. Lemon took Mrs. Orange into the school-room, where there was a number of pupils. "Stand up, children!" said Mrs. Lemon; and they all stood up.
Mrs. Orange whispered to Mrs. Lemon: "There is a pale, bald child, with red whiskers, in disgrace. Might I ask what he has done?"
"Come here. White," said Mrs. Lemon, "and tell this lady what you have been doing."
"Betting on horses," said White, sulkily.
"Are you sorry for it, you naughty child?" said Mrs. Lemon.
"No," said White. "Sorry to lose, but shouldn't be sorry to win."
"There's a vicious boy for you, ma'am," said Mrs. Lemon.
"Go along with you, sir. This is Brown, Mrs. Orange. Oh, a sad case. Brown's! Never knows when he has had enough. Greedy. How is your gout, sir?"
"Bad," said Brown.
"What else can you expect?" said Mrs. Lemon. "Your stomach is the size of two. Go and take exercise directly. Mrs. Black, come here to me. Now, here is a child, Mrs. Orange, ma'am, who is always at play. She can't be kept at home a single day together; always gadding about and spoiling her clothes. Play, play, play, play, from morning to night, and to morning again. How can she expect to improve?"
"Don't expect to improve," sulked Mrs. Black. "Don't want to."
"There is a specimen of her temper, ma'am," said Mrs. Lemon. "To see her when she is tearing about, neglect-
