"Of course, in the end the consumers must pay, but they protest so much about it that they disarrange the steady course of our operations." "It's queer that the ultimate consumer never will be quite reconciled to his fate," laughed Mr.Turner; "but in this particular case, I think I hold the solution.

You'll be interested, I know.

You see--" "I beg your pardon, Mr.Turner," interrupted Miss Westlake gaily; "I know you'll want to meet all the young folks, and you'll particularly want to meet my very dearest friend.

Miss Hastings, Mr.Turner." Mr.Turner had turned to find an extraordinarily thin young woman, with extraordinarily piercing black eyes, at Miss Westlake's side.
"Indeed, I do want to meet all the young people," he cordially asserted, taking Miss Hastings' claw-like hand in his own and wondering what to do with it.

He could not clasp it and he could not shake it.
She relieved him of his dilemma, after a moment, by twining that arm about the plump waist of her dearest friend.
"Is this your first stay at Meadow Brook ?" she asked by way of starting conversation.