ABSTRACT
The tidiness that Priscilla Momerie loved was at length evident in No. 30. Barrels of straw, empty packing-cases, rags of paper had all disappeared. Even the hall was swept and garnished. She had herself washed the flags of the passage. Mrs. Gibson passing had turned up her nose at the streaky effect: ‘If she couldn’t do things properly she should ha’ let ’em alone.’
