But hush!" she added quickly.

"Here's Daisy! Don't let's talk of that horror in front of her-like.

Besides, I promised Chandler I'd be mum." And he acquiesced.
"You can be laying the cloth, child, while I go up and clear away the lodger's breakfast." Without waiting for an answer, she hurried upstairs.
Mr.Sleuth had left the greater part of the nice lemon sole untouched.
"I don't feel well to-day," he said fretfully.

"And, Mrs.Bunting?
I should be much obliged if your husband would lend me that paper I saw in his hand.

I do not often care to look at the public prints, but I should like to do so now." She flew downstairs.