The lady--her name's Mrs.Ransom--brings her sister with her.

The little girl who--yes, I am coming." This latter to some perplexed domestic down the hall, who had already called her twice.
"I mustn't stand talking here," she apologized as she hurried away.

"But do take care of yourself.

You are dreadful wet.

How I wish the weather would clear up!" Mr.Ransom wished the same.