She dropped into the low seat beside Mrs.Mandel, and intertwined her fingers with those of the hand which Mrs.Mandel let her have.

She smiled upon the Marches, while Miss Dryfoos watched them intensely, with her eyes first on one and then on the other, as if she did not mean to let any expression of theirs escape her.
"My mother will be down in a minute," she said to Mrs.March.
"I hope we're not disturbing her.

It is so good of you to let us come in the evening," Mrs.March replied.
"Oh, not at all," said the girl.

"We receive in the evening." "When we do receive," Miss Mela put in.

"We don't always get the chance to." She began a laugh, which she checked at a smile from Mrs.Mandel, which no one could have seen to be reproving.
Miss Dryfoos looked down at her fan, and looked up defiantly at Mrs.
March.