I'm not the least alarmed." "What bothers me," he said, "is to have this thing hanging over all the time.

It's like old What's-his-name who had the sword hanging over his head by a single hair all through the dinner." The sword didn't seem to bother Mary, though.

That comparative table had given her another idea--an idea that was part plan and part pride.

When she reached the office in the morning she telephoned Judge Cutler and Uncle Stanley.
"A directors' meeting--something important," she told them both; and after another talk with the accountant she began writing another of her advertisements.

She was finishing this when Judge Cutler appeared.