She looked at me through a bit of glass that was hanging by a chain from her neck, and pulled away her beautiful dress lest I should touch it.
I did not care any longer for the perfume, and went away and sat very straight and stiff at Mrs.Morris' feet.

The lady's eyes still followed me.
"I beg your pardon, Mrs.Morris," she said, "but that is a very queer-looking dog you have there." "Yes," said Mrs.Morris, quietly; "he is not a handsome dog." "And he is a new one, isn't he ?" said Mrs.Montague.
"Yes." "And that makes." "Two dogs, a cat, fifteen or twenty rabbits, a rat, about a dozen canaries, and two dozen goldfish, I don't know how many pigeons, a few bantams, a guinea pig, and well, I don't think there is anything more." They both laughed, and Mrs.Montague said: "You have quite a menagerie.
My father would never allow one of his children to keep a pet animal.
He said it would make his girls rough and noisy to romp about the house with cats, and his boys would look like rowdies if they went about with dogs at their heels." "I have never found that it made my children more rough to play with their pets," said Mrs.Morris.
"No, I should think not," said the lady, languidly.

"Your boys are the most gentlemanly lads in Fairport, and as for Laura, she is a perfect little lady.

I like so much to have them come and see Charlie.

They wake him up, and yet don't make him naughty." "They enjoyed their last visit very much," said Mrs.Morris.