That fad about locking the gates is a pure and simple whim on the mother's part.

Of course we'll humor it, but not to the extent of waking up old Tester.

Come, Kitty, you shall give the old man any amount of blowing up in the morning, only now you really must leave him alone." "I'm going on," said Mabel; "I can scarcely keep my eyes open.

Will you come with me, Loftie?
If Kate likes to stay by herself with the dark trees and the ghosts, why, let her.

I'm off to bed." She ran laughing and singing up the old avenue.
Loftus turned to resume his argument with Catherine, Mabel's gay voice echoed more faintly as she ran on.