You'll oblige me, Maria, by running upstairs, and fetching down my bonnet and mantle.

My _old_ gloves will do, and I'll have my fur boa, for the days are turning wonderfully chilly.

Yes, Mrs.Gorman Stanley," continued Mrs.Butler, when Miss Peters had disappeared, "I'll soon get at the bottom of _that_ bit of gossip.

Are the Bells likely people to keep a close secret to themselves; you tell me that, Mrs.Gorman Stanley?
Aren't they all blab, blab, blab?
Ah, here comes Maria--and dressed to go out, too, upon my word?
Well, miss, I suppose I must humor you! You'll have the decency, however, to remember to turn away your head if we matrons wish to whisper a bit among ourselves.

Good-bye, Mrs.Gorman Stanley.