There is a panic in Chicago and Illinois--but there, you wouldn't understand that.

Be ready at 8 o'clock." "But uncle--" she began.
He waved his hand.
"I know what you are going to say--clothes.

You will find some evening dresses in your room.

I have had a collection of things sent round on approval, and you will probably be able to find one you can wear.

Ah! here is Mrs.Perrin." The door had opened, and a middle-aged lady in a stiff black silk gown had entered the room.
"Mrs.Perrin," he said, "this is my niece.