"You can take care of yourself, my dear," said Mrs.Grewe's small lustrous black eyes.
"Well?
Is he treating you better ?" she asked.
"Yes," said Ethel.
"He's very wise." They smiled at each other.
"He's becoming quite sensible," Ethel said.
"And have you found those friends you wanted ?" "They're in sight," was Ethel's answer.

Her hostess smiled good humouredly.
"You won't be able to keep me," she said.

"He won't stand that--" Ethel knit her brows.
"He'll stand a good deal," she answered, "when once I know where I stand myself." "In the meantime you'd better leave me alone." The two parted in affable fashion.
"There," thought Ethel in relief.

"I got through that rather nicely.

I needn't go again, of course." She had started out for a brisk walk, and she drew a deep breath of the frosty air.