That's too often; though I do love to open the boxes, and I take good care of them." "Why won't you let me send you any of those jade or ivory things you are so fond of?
Or pictures?
I know a good deal about pictures." Hilda shook her large hat as she drew the roses out of the tall glass.
"No, there are some things you can't do.

There's the carriage.

Will you button my gloves for me ?" Bartley took her wrist and began to button the long gray suede glove.
"How gay your eyes are this morning, Hilda." "That's because I've been studying.

It always stirs me up a little." He pushed the top of the glove up slowly.

"When did you learn to take hold of your parts like that ?" "When I had nothing else to think of.