I don't say that I should have felt like going, but he ought to have asked me.

Ellen will be surprised, and so will--He's from Ashburn too, and he must know the Parmenters, and Mrs.Parmenter's brother's son is partner to Henry's brother-in-law.

It's of no consequence, of course,--still, respect--older people--Boston--not used to--Phillips--" Mrs.Watson's voice died away into fragmentary and inaudible lamentings.
Clover attempted no further excuse.

Her good sense told her that she had a perfect right to accept this little pleasure; that Mrs.Watson's plans for Western travel had been formed quite independently of their own, and that papa would not wish her to sacrifice herself and Phil to such unreasonable humors.

Still, it was not pleasant; and I am sorry to say that from this time dated a change of feeling on Mrs.Watson's part toward her "young friends." She took up a chronic position of grievance toward them, confided her wrongs to all new-comers, and met Clover with an offended air which, though Clover ignored it, did not add to the happiness of her life at Mrs.Marsh's.
It was early in the afternoon when they started, and the sun was just dipping behind the mountain wall when they drove into the High Valley.