It was a gratification to him to be quite sure that Maida's hair ribbon would always be fresh and tied perkily, and that Adelaide would be full of dainty little gestures copied from her mother, but he had some doubts as to whether his wonderful Margaret might not be too perfect in herself, and too engrossed with the duties pertaining to perfection to be quite the proper manager of imperfection and immaturity represented by childhood.
"How did you leave the children!" he inquired when they were in their bedroom at the hotel, and he was fitting the yellow satin slippers to his wife's slender silk shod feet.
"The children were as well as usual.

I told Emma to put them to bed.
Do you think the orchids in the dining-room are the right shade, Wilbur ?" "I am quite sure.

I am glad that you told Emma to put them to bed." "I always do.

Mrs.George B.Slade is most unpleasantly puffed up." "Why ?" "Oh, because she got Mrs.Sarah Joy Snyder to speak to the club." "Did she do her stunt well ?" "Well enough.

Mrs.Slade was so pleased, it was really offensive." Wilbur Edes had an inspiration.