Dear, dear! said Grannie, woes cluster, as my mother used to say.
Let us hope that this is the last woe, and that now the luck will turn, said Aunt Mary. Mollie did not say anything. She had smiled the Guides’ smile valiantly through the worst of her misfortunes, but now she was so tired that she felt nothing short of a hammer and two tacks could fasten that smile on to her face any longer. So she closed her eyes and lay back on the cushions, feeling that Fate had done its worst and that no more blows were possible in the immediate future.