I've taken an eighteen-year-old girl to bring up, Aunt Hannah, and I want you to come down and live with us to chaperon her." "My grief and conscience, WILLIAM!" gasped the little woman, agitatedly.
"Yes, yes, I know, Aunt Hannah, everything you would say if you could.
But please skip the hysterics.

We've all had them, and Kate has already used every possible adjective that you could think up.

Now it's just this." And he hurriedly gave Mrs.Stetson a full account of the case, and told her plainly what he hoped and expected that she would do for him.
"Why, yes, of course--I'll come," acquiesced the lady, a little breathlessly, "if--if you are sure you're going to--keep her." "Good! And remember I said 'now,' please--that I wanted you to come right away, to-day.

Of course Kate can't stay.

Just get in half a dozen women to help you pack, and come." "Half a dozen women in that little room, William--impossible!" "Well, I only meant to get enough so you could come right off this morning." "But I don't need them, William.