"I hope he has gone," she said to herself in a whisper.

"If he has gone, everything will be so much easier." But even to herself she could not explain what it was that would be made easier.

Her relief was so vague that when she endeavoured to put it into words it seemed to dissolve and evaporate.
Miss Polly was watering the flowers in the window box, and turning, with the green watering-pot in her hand, she stared at Gabriella in silence for a minute before she exclaimed anxiously: "Mercy on us, Gabriella, what on earth, is the matter ?" "Nothing.

I've had a hard day, and I'm tired." "Well, you lie right straight down as soon as you take off your hat.

I declare you look ten years older than you did this morning." "I have seen Florrie for a minute." "I reckon that was enough to upset anybody.