Good-morning, Bee, my dear.

How's your dear mother?
Is her poor precious cough any better ?" "Come here, Bee," said Miss Peters.

"Come over to the window this minute, and use your young eyes.

Who are those people in Dan Driver's boat?
There, you tell Martha, she wont believe me." "Those are the Bertrams," exclaimed Beatrice.
She put up her hand to shade her eyes, and took a long steadfast look over the shining water.
"Those are the Bertrams, and of course, their brother." "Oh, my dear Bee, how you have relieved me!" exclaimed Mrs.Butler.
She re-seated herself on a settee which stood near, and took her handkerchief to wipe out some wrinkles of anxiety from her stout face.
Beatrice stared in astonishment.
"I don't quite understand," she said.
"My dear! I feared something improper was going on.

A young man, not a relation, out alone on the water with two girls! That's the kind of thing we don't allow, in Northbury, Bee.