Is Catherine well ?" asked Beatrice, in a sweet high-bred voice.
"She is well, my dear.

Good-bye, Mrs.Meadowsweet.I quite understand the all-roundness and suitability of your choice in the matter of names." Then the great lady sailed out of the room, and Beatrice flew to the window, placed herself behind the curtain and watched her down the street.
"What were you saying about me, mother ?" she asked, when Mrs.Bertram had turned the corner.
"I was only telling about your name, my dearie girl.

_He_ always gave me my way, poor man, so I fixed on Beatrice.

I said it would fit all round, and it did.

Shut that window, will you, Bee ?--the wind is very sharp for the time of year.