It all seemed impossible!
Because her thoughts made her restless and unhappy, she left Mrs. Coswell in the kitchen and went into the parlour to pick up her sewing.
There was always a lot of mending to do because they had so few clothes with them.
Unable themselves to go to the shops, Romara had asked Mrs. Coswell on market day to bring back a roll of muslin, out of which she had made pretty fresh dresses for Caryl and herself.
They certainly could not vie with the expensive gowns Sir Harvey had given Caryl, but those were certainly not suitable for the country.
Soon Alexander would have grown out of everything he possessed, even though Romara had let out his long gowns.
‘We shall soon need some more money,’ she thought in a sudden panic.
It would be humiliating to have to ask the Sq
