Aren't you glad to have me home again?
And have you got anything to eat?
I declare I'm famished!" Pouring all this out in a breath, with kisses for commas, the young lady released Grace, and flung herself into an arm-chair.
"Ring the bell, Grace, and let us have something to eat.

You don't know how hungry I am.

Are you alone?
Where are the rest ?" Grace, taking this shower of questions with constitutional phlegm, arose, rang the bell, and ordered cakes and cold chicken; the young lady meantime taking off her pretty black velvet turban, with its long feather, flung it in a corner, and sent her shawl, gloves, and fur collar flying after it.
"Now, Rose," expostulated Grace, picking them up, "how often must I tell you the floor is not the proper place to hang your things?
I suppose you will be having the whole house in a litter, as usual, now that you have got home." "Why did you send for me then ?" demanded Rose.

"I was very well off.

I didn't want to come.