"She isn't using the automobile to-day." "Doctor Sturtevant has had that coachman thirty years, and he doesn't chew, he drives," said Daisy.
Then they drew up before the house which was their destination, Mrs.
George B.Slade's.

The house was very small, but perkily pretentious, and they drove under the porte-cochere to alight.
"I heard Mr.Slade had been making a great deal of money in cotton lately," Daisy whispered, as the carriage stopped behind Mrs.
Sturtevant's.

"Mr.and Mrs.Slade went to the opera last week.

I heard they had taken a box for the season, and Mrs.Slade had a new black velvet gown and a pearl necklace.

I think she is almost too old to wear low neck." "She is not so very old," replied Alice.