Mary Ethel, who was bent on carrying out Mrs.Morris' suggestion to help her entertain them, began again on the weather.

I suppose she couldn't think of anything new to say, so she observed: "'It's a nice warm day for the first of September, don't you think ?' "The girl's head once more wagged up and down in assent, but not a word did she utter.

At this a subdued titter came from Frances and Jessica.
Mary Ethel's face grew red and she frowned at them.
"Just at this moment in ran Johnny.

He had put on his best suit.

His yellow hair was freshly brushed and his face was wreathed in smiles.
He reminded one of a dancing sunbeam.