I am glad your friend's mother has called." "I am not--that is, I am absolutely indifferent.

Now, I really must run away.

Good-bye until you see me again." She tripped out of the room as lightly and carelessly as she had entered it, and Mrs.Meadowsweet sat on by the window which looked into the garden.
Mrs.Meadowsweet had the smoothest and most tranquil of faces.

She had taken as her favorite motto in life, that somehow, if you only allowed them, things did fit all round.

Each event in her own career, to use her special phraseology "fitted." As her husband had to die, he passed away from this life at the most fitting moment.