"Lives up under the roof, I guess, wears a dyed wig, got Cousin Mary Ann's daguerreotype on the mantle, and tells you how Uncle Ephraim--" The door opened and Jack's aunt swept in.

She never walked, or ambled, or stepped jauntily, or firmly, or as if she wanted to get anywhere in particular; she SWEPT in, her skirts following meekly behind--half a yard behind, sometimes.
Corinne launched the inquiry at her mother, even before she could return Garry's handshake.

"Who's Miss Grayson, mamma ?" "I don't know.

Why, my child ?" "Well, she says she knows you.

Met you in Washington." "The only Miss Grayson I ever met in Washington, my dear, was an old maid, the niece of the Secretary of State.