Of course we knew mamma was writing often and--" "Of course!" he said, readily.

"There's a chunk of coal fallen on your glove, Edith.

Better flick it off before it smears.

My word! I'd almost forgotten how sooty it is here." "We've been having very bright weather this month--for us." She blew the flake of soot into the air, seeming relieved.
He looked up at the dingy sky, wherein hung the disconsolate sun like a cold tin pan nailed up in a smoke-house by some lunatic, for a decoration.

"Yes," said Bibbs.