Mother's really a good sort." "Jack! To call one's mother a 'good sort'!" "Why not?
She's bug-house on this social position business, but aside from that she's perfectly human." "Jack!" in her scandalized tone.

"Isn't he awful Matilda ?" "Ye--yes, ma'am." "Don't call me 'ma'am,' Matilda.

Since we're to be together constantly this summer, call me Mary." "Yes, ma'a--Mary." "That's right, Matilda," put in Jack.

"We're going to run this place as a democracy.

You're to have all your meals with us." "And I'll help you get them!" Mary cried excitedly.