I'm sure you couldn't." "Mary," said Arthur, "remove that bonnet, which by no means becomes you, and let Adela take it into a corner and gibber over it to herself.

I want you to hear this." "You generally do want the platform," I said, laughing.

"Adela, I am very glad you like it.

To-morrow, if I can find a bit of pink tissue-paper, I think I could gum on little pleats round the edge of the strings as a finish." I did not mind how gaudily I dressed the part of Weeding Woman now.
"You are good, Mary.

It will make it simply perfect; and, kilts don't you think?
Not box pleats ?" Arthur groaned.
"You shall have which you like, dear.