Aren't you going over to speak to the Triscoes ?" "No, certainly not.

I'm going back to the hotel.

There ought to be some steamer letters this morning.

Here we are, worrying about these strangers all the time, and we never give a thought to our own children on the other side of the ocean." "I worry about them, too," said the mother, fondly.

"Though there is nothing to worry about," she added.
"It's our duty to worry," he insisted.
At the hotel the portier gave them four letters.