"I am going to London on Saturday.

Our foreign correspondent has had to give up work on account of ill health." "You haven't----" Phyllis stopped suddenly.
"Oh, no," said I intuitively.

"I am growing rusty, and they think I need a vacation." I was glad Ethel was there with her voluble chatter.
"Oh, a foreign correspondent!"' she cried.
"Yes." "You will have a glorious time.

Papa will probably return to B---- when the next administration comes in.

It is sure to be Republican." There are a few women who pose as Democrats; I never met one of them.
"You know papa was there twenty years ago.