"Good night, Lady-bird.

Make everything come right," and held out her hand.
Joan took it again and went forward and kissed the odd little girl who was her friend.
And a moment later Tootles saw her disappearing into the wood, like a spirit.

When she looked up at the watching star and waved her hand, it seemed all misty.
XII "And now, Mr.Harley," said Grandmother Ludlow, lashing the septuagenarian footman with one sharp look because he had spilt two or three drops of Veuve Cliquot on the tablecloth, "tell me about the present state of the money market." Under his hostess's consistent courtesy and marked attentions George Harley had been squirming during the first half of dinner.

He had led her into the fine old dining room with all the style that he could muster and been placed, to his utter dismay, on her right.

He would infinitely rather have been commanded to dine with the Empress of China, which he had been told was the last word in mental and physical torture.