"The idea of a woman like this Mrs.Edes seeing Aunt Susan in that awful pink crepe wrapper!" she said to herself.

She hoped Aunt Susan was not listening, and would not make a forcible entry into the room.

Aunt Susan in moments of impulse was quite capable of such coups.

Martha glanced rather apprehensively toward the door leading into the bedroom but it did not open.

Aunt Susan was indeed listening and she was rigid with indignation, but in truth, she did not want to accompany her niece upon this projected visit, and she was afraid of being drawn into such a step should she present herself.