Tell me what you ate last night, and I'll diagnose your dreams." "We dined at a first-class restaurant in the West End," said Mrs.Paxton indignantly.

"It would be much more to the point if you explained how you have been living the past few days.

I have not been so worried about anything since George was trapped in that horrid mine." Mollie was on the verge of tears.

Her brother resolved instantly to minimize matters, or she would fret more than ever on his account.
"Now, look here, old girl," he said, meeting her critical glance steadily.

"Miss Beale has been putting absurd notions into that stylish little head of yours.