She passed it when she could without opening the door; then, on occasion, she turned the key to throw in a fresh contribution.

So it was that she had been getting things out of the way.

They rejoined the rest of the confusion; it was as if they found their place, by some instinct of affinity, in the heap.

They knew, in short, where to go; and when she, at present, by a mental act, once more pushed the door open, she had practically a sense of method and experience.

What she should never know about Charlotte's thought--she tossed THAT in.