Something tells me that you'll decide to live there." "I hope something else will tell you differently, soon," said Marian, "for I'll never give my consent to that arrangement.

However, I'd just as lieve walk out there, if only to convince you what a forlorn old place it is." "Come on; let's go, then.

We can be back in an hour, and have tea afterwards.

I'll get the key from Mr.Martin, as we go by." Like a bombarding army the Tea Club stormed the old Warner house, and once inside its Colonial portal, they made the old walls ring with their laughter.

The wide hall was dark and gloomy until Elsie Morris flung open the door at the other end, and let in the December sunshine.
"Seek no farther," she cried dramatically.