"You think far too much of yourself.

Get your hat." "Hat; who wants a hat ?" cried the girl, getting in beside Mr.
Waring-Gaunt.

"Oh, this is more than I had ever dreamed, and I feel so wicked!" "All the better, eh, what ?" "Here, Kathleen," said Mrs.Waring-Gaunt, "here between us." "I am so afraid I shall crowd you," said the girl, her face showing a slight flush.
"Not a bit, my dear; the seat is quite roomy.

There, are you comfortable?
All right, Tom.

Good-bye, Mrs.Gwynne.So good of you to let the girls come." In high spirits they set off, waving their farewell to the mother who stood watching till they had swung out of the lane and on to the main trail..