"She always knows, by instinct, when I am coming.

You must understand now that you are among us, that mamma and I are not mother and daughter, but two loving old ladies, living together in peace and harmony.

We do have our quarrels,--whether the chicken shall be roast or boiled, but never anything beyond that.

Mamma, here is Grace, starved to death; and she says if you don't give her some tea she will go back at once." "I will give her some tea," said Mrs.Dale.
"And I am worse than she is, because I've been driving.

It's all up with Bernard and Mr.Green for the next week at least.