"You know I don't think Elfrida has ever been as pretty as she was when she was five years old, Maggie." "_Do_ say Margaret," interposed Mrs.Bell plaintively.
She had been suffering from this for twenty years.
"It's of no use, my dear; I never remember unless there's company present.

I was going to say Elfrida had certainly grown.

She's got to her full size now, I should think, and she dwarfs you, moth--Margaret." Mrs.Bell looked at him with tragic eyes.

"Do you see no more in her than _that ?_" she exclaimed.
"She looks well, I admit she looks well.

She seems to have got a kind of style in Philadelphia." "_Style!_" "I don't mean fashionable style--a style of her own; and according to the professors, neither the time nor the money has been wasted.