"There isn't one of you here who will refuse.

I never knew any thing so delightful and novel in my whole life.

This condensed combination, in one afternoon party of charity, literature, and indigestion is masterly.

Miss Mudge, here is a seat for you right by Miss Masters.

Miss Phebe, let me find you a chair." And in a few moments, simply, it seemed, by the natural law of gravitation, without any engineering whatever, Mrs.Upjohn's guests had resolved themselves into two distinct parties, the elders all in the drawing-room, the younger ones in the parlor across the hall, too far off from Mr.Webb for their gay whispering to disturb that worthy as he boldly plunged headlong at his work, to do or die written on every feature of his thin, long face.
"So this is what the party turned out, Miss Masters, is it ?" said Moulton, pulling his moustache as he stood up beside her.