How pale you are looking, child.

Why don't you go and take a walk, instead of hammering away at that old typewriter?
Any one would think that you had to do it for a living!" "I prefer to earn my own living," the girl answered, "and I am not in the least tired.

Tell me, are you going to see Sir Leslie Borrowdean again, mother ?" The woman on the couch smoothed her hair once more, with a smile of gratification.
"Sir Leslie has asked me to join a small party of friends for dinner at the Carlton this evening," she announced.

"Why on earth are you looking at me like that, child?
You're always grumbling that my friends are a fast lot, and don't suit you.

You can't say anything against Sir Leslie." The girl had risen to her feet.