"Tell father where you've been," he whispered.

Ellen gave him a little piteous glance, and her lip quivered, but she did not speak.
"Where do you s'pose she got them ?" whispered one neighbor to another.
"I can't imagine; that's a beautiful doll." "Ain't it?
It must have cost a lot.

I know, because my Hattie had one her aunt gave her last Christmas; that one cost a dollar and ninety-eight cents, and it didn't begin to compare with this.

That's a handsome cup and saucer, too." "Yes, but you can get real handsome cups and saucers to Crosby's for twenty-five cents.

I don't think so much of that." "Them pinks must have come from a greenhouse." "Yes, they must." "Well, there's lots of greenhouses in the city besides the florists.
That don't help much." Then the first woman inclined her lips closely to the other woman's ear and whispered, causing the other to start back.