How could I bear it ?" and Mrs.Little began to tremble.
Grace apologized.

"How indiscreet I am; I blurt out every thing that is in my heart." "And so do I," said Henry, coming to her aid.
"Ah, YOU," said Grace, a little saucily.
"We do not accept you for our pattern, you see.

Pray excuse our bad taste, Harry." "Oh, excuse ME, Mrs.Little.In some things I should indeed be proud if I could imitate him; but in others--of course--you know!" "Yes, I know.

My dear, there is your friend Mr.Applethwaite." "I see him," said Henry, carelessly.
"Yes; but you don't see every thing," said Grace, slyly.
"Not all at once, like you ladies.

Bother my friend Applethwaite.