"But suppose we settle on Aunt Hannah.

She seems to be the least objectionable of the lot, and I think she'd come.

She's alone in the world, and I believe the comfortable roominess of this house would be very grateful to her after the inconvenience of her stuffy little room over at the Back Bay." "You bet it would!" murmured Bertram, feelingly; but William did not appear to hear him.
"She's amiable, fairly sensible, and always a lady," he went on; "and to-morrow morning I believe I'll run over and see if she can't come right away." "And may I ask which--er--stratum she--they--will occupy ?" smiled Bertram.
"You may ask, but I'm afraid you won't find out very soon," retorted William, dryly, "if we take as long to decide that matter as we have the rest of it." "Er--Cyril has the most--UNOCCUPIED space," volunteered Bertram, cheerfully.
"Indeed!" retaliated Cyril.

"Suppose you let me speak for myself! Of course, so far as truck is concerned, I'm not in it with you and Will.
But as for the USE I put my rooms to--! Besides, I already have Pete there, and would have Dong Ling probably, if he slept here.

However, if you want any of my rooms, don't let my petty wants and wishes interfere--" "No, no," interrupted William, in quick conciliation.