"I dare say you are right." "I noticed it when I first came in," said Ida.

"I meant to draw the portieres apart myself, but going out through the library I forgot it.

Thank you, dear.

How is your cold ?" "It is nothing, dear," replied Harry.

"There is only a little soreness in my throat." He resumed his seat, and noticed the fragrance of roasted chicken coming through the parted portieres from the kitchen.