So come as soon as possible.

You have never seen the inside of our house, or my rooms.

Come to lunch, please.

We will have it up here.
Good-bye.
'From your loving friend, 'ANN ELIZA.
'P.S .-- I wonder if Tom will inquire for me.' 'Tell her I will be there by lunch time,' Jerrie said to the man, while to her grandmother she continued: 'The baking and cleaning are all done, and I can finish the ironing when I get back; it will be cooler then, and I do want to see the inside of that show-house which Harold says cost a hundred thousand dollars.

Pity somebody besides the Peterkins did not live there.' And so, about twelve o'clock Jerrie walked up to the grand house of gray stone, which, with its turrets, and towers, and immense arch over the carriage drive in front of a side door, looked like some old feudal castle, and flaunted upon its walls the money it had cost.