Ethel frowned at her tone.

This might be rather awkward.
"You mean this way of doing my hair ?" she rejoined good-humouredly.

"I was hoping you would notice it." "Does he ?" asked Fanny.
"What do you mean?
Oh, Joe never--" "No.

Dwight, my dear." The hard voice of her visitor had become suddenly low and clear.

Ethel looked at the woman then and slowly reddened to her ears.