"Tchk!" She flew downstairs, and flitted swiftly into the room, and fluttered up to Beaton, and gave him a crushing hand-shake.
"How very kind, of you to come and see us, Mr.Beaton! When did you come to New York?
Don't you find it warm here?
We've only just lighted the furnace, but with this mild weather it seems too early.

Mamma does keep it so hot!" She rushed about opening doors and shutting registers, and then came back and sat facing him from the sofa with a mask of radiant cordiality.

"How have you been since we saw you ?" "Very well," said Beaton.

"I hope you're well, Miss Leighton ?" "Oh, perfectly! I think New York agrees with us both wonderfully.

I never knew such air.