Mr.Carr had seized the opportunity to escape.
"Really, now, Christie," said Jessie confidentially, when they were alone, and Christie had begun to unpack her trunk, and to mechanically put her things away, "they're not so bad." "Who ?" asked Christie.
"Why, the Kearneys, and Mattinglys, and Fairfax, and the lot, provided you don't look at their clothes.

And think of it! they told me--for they tell one EVERYTHING in the most alarming way--that those clothes were bought to please US.

A scramble of things bought at La Grange, without reference to size or style.

And to hear these creatures talk, why, you'd think they were Astors or Rothschilds.

Think of that little one with the curls--I don't believe he is over seventeen, for all his baby moustache--says he's going to build an assembly hall for us to give a dance in next month; and apologizes the next breath to tell us that there isn't any milk to be had nearer than La Grange, and we must do without it, and use syrup in our tea to-morrow." "And where is all this wealth ?" said Christie, forcing herself to smile at her sister's animation.
"Under our very feet, my child, and all along the river.