The telephone-bell rang, and as she hurried off to answer a voice which always seemed a proof of importance by itself, she felt that it was at this exact spot on the surface of the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together.

When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether.
"Look, Sally," she said, "these letters want copying.

These I've not looked at.

The question of the new census will have to be gone into carefully.

But I'm going home now.