Matilda there came to me as my son's nurse over twenty years ago, and has been with me ever since--happy, as she will tell you, with no desire to change her state whatever." "N--no--none--none at all!" Matilda hastily dropped her eyes.

Mechanically her eyes noted the rejected card Mr.Bradford had tendered Miss Gardner.

Her long habit of perfect orderliness, and perhaps the impulse to hide the slight confusion that suddenly had seized upon her, prompted her to bend over and secure this bit of litter.

She glanced at it, would have put it in the waste-basket had that receptacle not been across the room, then thrust it into the capacious slit-pocket of her black skirt.
Mrs.De Peyster continued in her tone of exact justice: "Miss Gardner, you have the perfect right to be married or unmarried.

I have the perfect right to have the sort of employees I prefer.