"We belong to that despised class, 'nouveau riche,' therefore we are extremely short on noted ancestors and relics and things." "There is nothing like perfect frankness, is there ?" laughed Patience.
"Never mind, Elfreda, it isn't ancestors that count." "It is dinner that counts, or ought to count, just now.

I am going to whisk you upstairs to your rooms, and give you ten minutes for repairs, then, 'down to dinner you must go, you must go,'" chanted Mabel, winding her arm about Grace's waist and drawing her toward the stairway.

"Follow us and you won't be sorry.

We have a lift if two flights of stairs dismay you." "Lead on," commanded Miriam.
"Which will you choose, to room together or alone ?" "Together!" was the united response.
"Wait a moment," said Anne.

"I wish to ask you, Mabel, if you would object to rooming with Grace.