Lady Ingleby's musical remarks always amused her friends.
They passed the village church on the green, ivy-clad, picturesque, and, half a minute later, swerved in at the park gates.

Myra saw Jane glance at the gate-post they had just shaved, and laughed.

"A miss is as good as a mile," she said, as they dashed up the long drive between the elms, "as I told dear mamma, when she expostulated wrathfully with me for what she called my 'furious driving' the other day.

By the way, Jane, dear mamma has been quite CORDIAL lately.

By the time I am seventy and she is ninety-eight I think she will begin to be almost fond of me.