A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

"Here, Lennie, the bass," cried Mrs.
Honeychurch. The garden-child, who did not
know what bass was, stood rooted to the path
with horror. Minnie slipped to her uncle and
whispered that every one was very
disagreeable to-day, and that it was not her
fault if dahlia-strings would tear longways
instead of across.
"Come for a walk with me," he told her. "You
have worried them as much as they can stand.
Mrs. Honeychurch, I only called in aimlessly. I
shall take her up to tea at the Beehive Tavern,
if I may."
"Oh, must you? Yes do.--Not the scissors,
thank you, Charlotte, when both my hands are
full already--I'm perfectly certain that the
orange cactus will go before I can get to it."
Mr. Beebe, who was an adept at relieving
situations, invited Miss Bartlett to accompany
them to this mild festivity.