He's a good fellow and he won't mind." "But his mother will," said Mrs.Barlow; "she's so fussy about such things.
Still, I can't see anything else to do.

If it doesn't rain, I suppose you'll be all right." The Carletons came first, and Mrs.Barlow welcomed them with a gracious hospitality which gave no hint of the flurried turmoil of preparation that had been going on all day.
Gertrude Carleton, the eldest daughter, was one of those spick-and-span beings who look as if they ought always to be kept in a bandbox.

She had a languishing die-away sort of air, and after a few moments' conversation with her, Bumble excused herself and slyly nudged Patty to come outside with her.

She took her cousin up-stairs and said, "Patsy, I'm sure that blown-glass girl won't like to room with Nan.

She looks as if she always had a whole suite of rooms to herself, parlor and all.