There's rather a chill from this window--and the weather is very inclement for the time of year.

No, thank you, Mrs.Morris, I wouldn't take your seat for the world.

As you justly remark, why shouldn't Mrs Bertram call on our good friend here?
And, for that matter, why shouldn't she cross the road, and leave her card on _you_, Mrs.Morris ?" Mrs.Morris was here taken with such a fit of bronchial coughing and choking that she could make no response.

Miss Peters rolled her eyes at her sister in a manner which plainly said, "You had her there, Martha," and poor Mrs.Meadowsweet began nervously to wish that she had not been the honored recipient of Mrs.Bertram's favors.
"She came to see me on account of Beatrice," remarked the hostess.

"At least I think that was why she came.