Whativer you do, don't give way.

I'm sure I feel for you.

It's fair crool, it is." Mrs.Clover said nothing, and made a great effort to command herself.
Her friends escorted her to the foot of the stairs.

Mr.and Mrs.
Cheeseman had their door ajar, knowing well what was in progress, for the landlady had not been able to keep her counsel at such a dramatic crisis; but fortunately Mrs.Clover was unaware of this.

With light, quick foot she mounted the flight of stairs and knocked softly at Polly's door.
"Well?
Who's that ?" sounded in a careless voice.
"It's me, Polly--your Aunt Louisa.