My letter, please." Kate turned and went down the street, a dull red tingeing her face.

"I could hate that woman cordially without half trying," she said.
The house was filled with the odour of cooking food when she returned and soon she was called to supper.

As she went to the chair indicated for her, a step was heard in the hall.

Kate remained standing and when a young man entered the room Mrs.Holt at once introduced her son, George.

He did not take the trouble to step around the table and shake hands, but muttered a gruff "howdy do ?" and seating himself, at once picked up the nearest dish and began filling his plate.
His mother would have had matters otherwise.