She declared it gave her the creeps, and that she wouldn't have the spooky thing staring at her all night like that.

So it's got to be something she can hear, and I'm going to tell her Mrs.Stetson's plan right away." "Well, I'm sure I wish you would," cried that lady, with prompt interest; "and she'll like it, I'm sure.

And tell her if she can hear a _town_ clock strike, it's just the same, and even better; for there aren't any half-hours at all to think of there." "I will--and I think it's lovely," declared Marie.
"Of course it's lovely," smiled Billy, rising; "but I fancy I'd better go and get ready to meet Mrs.Hartwell, or the 'lovely' thing will be telling me that it's half-past eleven!" And she tripped laughingly from the room.
Promptly at the appointed time John with Peggy drew up before the door, and Billy, muffled in furs, stepped into the car, which, with its protecting top and sides and glass wind-shield, was in its winter dress.
"Yes'm, 'tis a little chilly, Miss," said John, in answer to her greeting, as he tucked the heavy robes about her.
"Oh, well, I shall be very comfortable, I'm sure," smiled Billy.

"Just don't drive too rapidly, specially coming home.

I shall have to get a limousine, I think, when my ship comes in, John." John's grizzled old face twitched.