"Let her see how the people live--what serfs we have under our free banner.

There is fine material in her.

She should do good work." Meanwhile Mrs.Morres sat by Mary, doing crochet, with a quiet smile.
Her tongue dripped cold water on all the enthusiasms.
"Believe me, my dear, they will do nothing," she said placidly in Mary's ear.

That placidity of hers gave her the air of being as relentless as a Fate.

"Parties are Tweedledum and Tweedledee.