"I can't go to bed yet--I haven't half done marking
down the things I want. Let's see; where did I leave off? _Try Finch's
feeding-bottle for Infants._ No! there's a cross against that: the cross
means I don't want it. _Comfort in the Field. Buckler's Indestructible
Hunting-breeches._ Oh dear, dear! I've lost the place. No, I haven't.
Here it is; here's my mark against it. _Elegant Cashmere Robes; strictly
Oriental, very grand; reduced to one pound nineteen-and-sixpence. Be in
time. Only three left._ Only three! Oh, do lend us the money, and let's
go and get one!"
"Not to-night," said Magdalen. "Suppose you go to bed now, and finish
the circulars tomorrow? I will put them by the bedside for you, and you
can go on with them as soon as you wake the first thing in the morning."
This suggestion met with Mrs. Wragge's immediate approval. Magdalen took
her into the next room and put her to bed like a child--with her toys
by her side. The room was so narrow, and the bed was so small; and Mrs.
Wragge, arrayed in the white apparel proper for the occasion, with her
moon-face framed round by a spacious halo of night-cap, looked so hugely
and disproportionately large, that Magdalen, anxious as she was, could
not repress a smile on taking leave of her traveling companion for the
night.
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