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by birth, and gave lessons in two or three schools. She was
never at home on weekdays excepting at breakfast and dinner. After
dinner she generally corrected exercises in her bedroom, but when she
was not busy she sat in the drawing-room to save fire and light.
Miss Taggart was the daughter of a country doctor. Both her parents
were dead, and she was poor. She had a reputation for being
enlightened, as she was not regular in her attendance at public worship
on Sunday, and did not always go to the same church. She told Mrs.
Poulter once that science should tincture theology, whereupon, appeal
being made to Mr. Goacher by that alarmed lady, he ventured to remark,
that with all respect to Miss Taggart, such observations were perhaps
liable to misconstruction in ordinary society, where they could not be
fully explained, and, although she was doubtless right in a way, the
statement needed qualification. Miss Taggart was not very friendly
with Mrs. Poulter and Mr. Goacher, and despised Mrs. Mudge because
she was low-bred. Miss Everard Miss Taggart dreaded, and accused her
of being vicious and spiteful.
It was still early in December, but the lodgers in Russell House who
had nothing to do--that is to say all of them excepting Miss
Everard--were making plans for Christmas. They always thought a long
time beforehand of what was going to happen. On Tuesday morning
they began to anticipate Sunday, and when the Sunday afternoon wore
away slowly and drearily, they looked forward to the excitement of
omnibuses and butchers' carts on Monday. A little more than a fortnight
before Christmas, on Sunday at early dinner, a leg of mutton was
provided. Mrs. Poulter always sat at the head of the table and carved.
This was the position she occupied when Mr. Goacher came, and she
did not offer to resign it. Mrs. Mudge was helped first, but it was

towards the knuckle and she had no fat.
'Thank you, Mrs. Poulter, but will you please give me a piece of fat?'
Mrs. Poulter, scowling, placed a minute portion of hard, half-burnt skin
on Mrs. Mudge's plate.
'Much obliged, Mrs. Poulter, but I want a piece of FAT--white fat-- just
there,' pointing to it with her fork.
Mrs. Poulter, as we have said, was at enmity with Mrs. Mudge. Mrs.
Mudge also was Low Church; and Mrs. Poulter was High. She had just
returned from a High Church service at St. Paul's, and the demand for
an undue share of fat was particularly irritating.
'Really, Mrs. Mudge, you forget that there is hardly enough to go round.
For my part, though, I care nothing about it.'
'If I had thought you did, Mrs. Poulter, I am sure I should not have
dared to ask for it.'
'I believe,' said Miss Taggart, 'that the office of fat in diet is to preserve
heat.'
'If fat promotes heat,' said Miss Everard, 'and I have no doubt it is so,
considering Miss Taggart's physiological knowledge, my advice is that
we abstain from it.'
'It is a pity,' said Mr. Goacher, smiling, 'that animals will not suit our
requirements. But to be practical, Miss Toller might be instructed to
order legs of mutton with more fat. This reminds me of beef, and beef
reminds me of Christmas. It is now the second Sunday in Advent, and
there is a subject which you will remember we had agreed to discuss
this week.'
This important subject was a proposal by Mrs. Mudge that Miss Toller
should dine with them on Christmas Day.
'You, Mrs. Poulter,' said Mr. Goacher, 'are of opinion that we should

not invite her?'
'Certainly. I do not see how she is to send up the dinner properly if she
is to be our guest, and I imagine also she would not be comfortable
with us.'
Mrs. M. 'Why shouldn't she be comfortable? Of course, if we don't try
to make her so she won't be. There are ways to make people
comfortable and ways to make them uncomfortable. Miss Toller is just
as good as any of us.'
Miss T. 'She is not an educated woman, and I am sure she would rather
remain downstairs; our conversation would not interest her.'
Miss E. 'Pray, Miss Taggart, what is an educated woman?'
Miss T. 'What a question, Miss Everard! By an educated woman is
meant a woman who has been taught the usual curriculum of a lady in
cultivated circles.'
Miss E. 'What is the curriculum of a cultivated lady?'
Miss T. 'Really you are provoking; you understand perfectly as well as
I do.'
Miss E. 'I am still in the dark. What is the curriculum of a cultivated
lady?'
Mrs. P. 'I much doubt if Miss Toller is acquainted with the ordinary
facts of