Her mother said she reckoned she was beginning to feel the spring weather, that always perfectly pulled a body down in New York; and Mela said if being as cross as two sticks was any sign of spring-fever, Christine had it bad.

She was faithfully kind to her, and submitted to all her humors, but she recompensed herself by the freest criticism of Christine when not in actual attendance on her.

Christine would not suffer Mrs.Mandel to approach her, and she had with her father a sullen submission which was not resignation.

For her, apparently, Conrad had not died, or had died in vain.
"Pshaw!" said Mela, one morning when she came to breakfast, "I reckon if we was to send up an old card of Mr.Beaton's she'd rattle down-stairs fast enough.

If she's sick, she's love-sick.