She had strange ways, and, to tell you the truth, father," Juliet always addressed Peter thus, to his great delight, "she was not so refined as mother--" "Few people are so refined as my wife, my dear." "As to mother knowing who killed her," pursued Juliet, taking no notice of this interpolation, "it's nonsense.

She said she believed Mr.Hale or Mr.Clancy--" "Surely not," interposed Mr.Octagon anxiously, "both these gentlemen have participated in the delights of our literary Circle, and I should be loath to credit them with violence." "I don't believe either has anything to do with the matter.

Mother doesn't like them because they were such good friends to Aunt Selina.
Can you guess why mother quarrelled with aunt, father ?" "No, my dear.

Your mother has some grudge against her.

What it is I do not know.