I hope that you will find Norwood a pleasant residence." "All places are to me simply a battle-field," she answered, gripping first one and then the other with a grip which crumpled up their little thin fingers.

"The days for work and healthful exercise, the evenings to Browning and high discourse, eh, Charles?
Good-bye!" She came to the door with them, and as they glanced back they saw her still standing there with the yellow bull pup cuddled up under one forearm, and the thin blue reek of her cigarette ascending from her lips.
"Oh, what a dreadful, dreadful woman!" whispered sister Bertha, as they hurried down the street.

"Thank goodness that it is over." "But she'll return the visit," answered the other.

"I think that we had better tell Mary that we are not at home.".