"It must have been some boy in disguise." "Dear me!" cried Margaret, starting with the painful timidity of helplessness.
"Do look whether anything is gone.

Where's the silver inkstand ?" "You don't think she could put that into her pocket," said Ethel, laughing as she held it up.
"I don't know.

Do, Harry, see if the umbrellas are safe in the hall.

I wish you would, for now I come to remember, the Walkinghams went at nine this morning.

Miss Winter said that she saw the old lady helped into the carriage, as she passed." Margaret's eyes looked quite large and terrified.