Ah, thank you, Miss Peters." Miss Peters had sprung to her feet, seized the bell-rope before any one could hinder her, and sounded a vigorous peal.

Then she rolled her eyes at Mrs.Butler and sat down.
Mrs.Morris said that when Miss Peters rolled her eyes she invariably shivered.

She shivered now in such a marked and open way that poor Mrs.
Meadowsweet feared her friend had taken cold.
"Dear, dear--I only wish I had a fire lighted," she said.

"Your bronchitis will be getting worse, if you aren't careful, Jessie.

Miss Peters, a cup of tea will do your throat good.