"If you go downstairs after dark you're covered with black beetles, and the electric lights always goin' out.

What would you do if spiders came out of the tap when you turned on the hot water ?" she demanded, fixing her eye on Helen.
Mrs.Ambrose shrugged her shoulders with a smile.
"This is what I like," said Mrs.Flushing.She jerked her head at the Villa.

"A little house in a garden.

I had one once in Ireland.

One could lie in bed in the mornin' and pick roses outside the window with one's toes." "And the gardeners, weren't they surprised ?" Mrs.Thornbury enquired.
"There were no gardeners," Mrs.Flushing chuckled.