The look in her eyes of something imminent, of something that even trembled on her tongue, grew more and more marked.

Hope Wayne brightly said, "Out with it, aunty!" and sang on.
Amy Waring came often to the house.

She was older than Hope, and it was natural that she should be a little graver.

They had a hundred plans in concert for helping a hundred people.

Amy and Hope were a charitable society.
"Fiddle diddle!" said Aunt Dagon, when she was speaking of his two friends to her nephew Lawrence.