I've read about them." "Absurd, Olivetta! Quite absurd!" quavered Mrs.De Peyster.
"I dare say it is," agreed Olivetta, subsiding again into her limp misery.

"Oh, why did I ever go to Paris! I hate the place!" "Don't give way; think!" commanded Mrs.De Peyster, who was in a condition not far removed from Olivetta's.

"Think, Matilda!" "Yes, ma'am," said Matilda obediently.
"You think, Caroline," whimpered Olivetta.

"You always had such a superior intellect, and were always so equal to every emergency." Mrs.De Peyster thus reminded of what was expected of her life-long leadership, tried to collect her scattered forces, and sat with pale, drawn, twitching face, staring at her predicament--and her two faithful subjects sat staring at her, waiting the inspired idea for escape that would fall from her never-failing lips.

Moment after moment of deepest silence followed.
At length Mrs.De Peyster spoke.
"There are only two ways.