But it was a capital idea in them to come to New York.

They said they couldn't wait at home, and besides, they wanted to see and know the Chippertons, for we all seemed so bound together, now.
Well, it wasn't hard to know the Chippertons.

Before we reached the hotel where my folks were staying, and where we all went to take luncheon together, any one would have thought that Uncle Chipperton was really a born brother to father and old Mr.Colbert.How he did talk! How everybody talked! Except Helen.

She just sat and listened and looked at Corny--a girl who had been shipwrecked, and had been on a little raft in the midst of the stormy billows.

My mother and the two other ladies cried a good deal, but it was a sunshiny sort of crying, and wouldn't have happened so often, I think, if Mrs.Chipperton had not been so ready to lead off.
After luncheon we sat for two or three hours in one of the parlors, and talked, and talked, and talked.