We will hurry our dressing and be downstairs first.

Then we can monopolize Mr.Ashe." "Oh, no, you won't," contradicted Elfreda.

"I have reserved that privilege for myself." "We are ready," exulted Anne outside Elfreda's door half an hour later.
"What did I tell you ?" "So am I," replied Elfreda, opening the door.

"And so is Miriam." Elfreda was looking particularly handsome in her evening gown of golden brown messaline, trimmed with dull gold embroidery.

By constant training and self-denial she had reduced her weight to one hundred and thirty-five pounds and could not be truthfully called stout.