Mrs.
Bertram had wrapped a white fleecy cloud over her head.

She descended the steps, stood on the broad gravel sweep, and looked around her.
"We are here, mother," said May, jumping up.

"Do you want us ?" "I want Catherine.

Don't you come, Mabel.

I want Catherine alone." "Keep Loftus's letter," said Catherine, tossing it into her sister's lap.