"I got caught at it." "Mary!" cried her mother.

"Just as we were going to call! Good heavens!" "We'll go, just the same," the daughter returned.

"I suppose those women would be glad to have us if we'd burned their house to the ground." "But WHO saw you ?" insisted Mrs.Vertrees.
"One of the sons, I suppose he was.

I believe he's insane, or something.
At least I hear they keep him in a sanitarium somewhere, and never talk about him.

He was staring at himself in a mirror and talking to himself.
Then he looked out and caught me." "What did he--" "Nothing, of course." "How did he look ?" "Like a ghost in a blue suit," said Miss Vertrees, moving toward the street and waving a white-gloved hand in farewell to her father, who was observing them from the window of his library.