That one thing was that while the face listened reposefully the legs were industriously dancing like the legs of a marionette.

The neat flowers and the sunny glitter of the garden lent an indescribable sharpness and incredibility to the prodigy--the prodigy of the head of a hermit and the legs of a harlequin.

For miracles should always happen in broad daylight.

The night makes them credible and therefore commonplace.
The second sister had by this time entered the room and came somewhat drearily to the window.
"You know, Adelaide," she said, "that Mr Bingham from the Museum is coming again at three." "I know," said Adelaide Chadd bitterly.

"I suppose we shall have to tell him about this.