I wouldn't trouble you, but he says they're peculiar--the daughter, especially--and may need some careful handling.

That's why I wanted you--though I wanted you to see the tea-pot, too,--it'll be yours some day, you know." Billy, all alone at her end of the line, blushed.

That she was one day to be mistress of the Strata and all it contained was still anything but "common" to her.
"I'd love to see it, and I'll come gladly; but I'm afraid I won't be much help, Uncle William," she worried.
"I'll take the risk of that.

You see, Harlow says that about half the time she isn't sure she wants to sell it, after all." "Why, how funny! Well, I'll come.

At eleven, you say, at Park Street ?" "Yes; and thank you, my dear.