Leave Miss Atkins to me.

I'll escort her in triumph to the reception, or perish gallantly in the attempt." "Do you really believe she will accept your invitation, Elfreda ?" asked Grace doubtfully.
"I can tell you better after I have asked her," was Elfreda's flippant retort.

"I have an idea that she will feel dreadfully hurt if no one asks her to go." "Hurt!" exclaimed three voices in unison.
"Yes, hurt," repeated Elfreda.

"The Anarchist isn't half so savage as she pretends to be.

That blood-thirsty manner of hers isn't real.