You can come, too--it's only a little meeting about some charity or other.

All rich people, of course--except poor me.

I'm sure I don't know why they asked me.

I can give little besides advice.
How handsome you are to-day, Joshua!" It was the first time she had called him by his first name.

She repeated it--"Joshua--Joshua"-- as when one hits upon some particularly sweet and penetrating chord at the piano, and strikes it again, and yet again.
They were in the carriage, being whirled toward the great palace of Mrs.
Whitson, the latest and grandest of plutocratic monuments that have arisen upon the ruins of the old, old-fashioned American Washington.