Walls have ears sometimes, and I will not answer for these." Mrs.Dinneford went with her up stairs to a chamber in the rear part of the building.
"We shall be out of earshot here," said Mrs.Hoyt as she closed the door, locking it at the same time.

"And now tell me what's up, and what about Pinky Swett." "You know her ?" "Yes, slightly." "More than slightly, I guess." Mrs.Hoyt's eyes flashed impatiently.

Mrs.Dinneford saw it, and took warning.
"She's got that cursed baby." "How do you know ?" "No matter how I know.

It's enough that I know.

Who is she ?" "That question may be hard to answer.