Say I've got a headache and don't let 'em come round and try to fetch me.

So long, Irene; you've been some pal to me through this and I shall never forget." Whereupon Tootles went off to lend the unloquacious Burrell a helping hand, and Irene ran up to the bedroom to dress.
From the pompous veranda of the Hosack place Gilbert Palgrave, sick with jealousy, watched Joan swimming out to the barrels with that cursed boy in tow.

And he, too, had made up his mind to play his last card that night.
Man and woman and love,--the old, inevitable story.
IX The personnel of the Hosacks' house party had changed.
Mrs.Noel d'Oyly had led her little husband away to Newport to stay with Mrs.Henry Vanderdyke, where were Beatrix and Pelham Franklin, with a bouncing baby boy, the apple of Mr.Vanderdyke's eye.

Enid Ouchterlony had left for Gloucester, Massachusetts, where her aunt, Mrs.Horace Pallant, entertained in an almost royal fashion and was eager to set her match-making arts to work on behalf of her only unmarried niece.

Enid had gone to the very edge of well-bred lengths to land Courtney Millet, but Scots ancestry and an incurable habit of talking sensibly and rather well had handicapped her efforts.