There was even a suspicion of moisture about the corners of her gray eyes.

She rubbed them surreptitiously with a ball of a handkerchief when her head happened to be inside the cupboard.

She did not wish Vincent to witness this phase of her emotions.
"Every girl ought to be provided with a decent fairy godmother," she gulped.

"If mine did her duty she'd come to rescue me now.

Yes, she would, and be quick about it too!" How very seldom in the course of an ordinary life such wishes are granted! Not once surely in a million times! Yet at that identical moment, almost as if in direct answer to her daughter's vigorous tirade, Mrs.Beverley entered the room.