How do you do, Mrs.Morris?
I'm right glad to see you, right glad.

Sit here, in this chair--or perhaps you'd rather sit in this one; this isn't too near the window.
And you'll like a screen, I know;--not that there's any draught--for these windows fit as tight as tight when shut." Mrs.Morris was a thin, tall woman.

She always spoke in a whisper, for she was possessed of the belief that she had lost her voice in bronchitis.

She had not, for when she scolded any one she found it again.

She was not scolding now, however, and her tones were very low and smothered.
"I saw her coming in, my dear; I was standing at the back of the wire blind, and I saw her going up your steps, so I thought I'd come across quickly and hear the news.