A quick flush rose to Laura Atkins's cheeks.
Drawing down her eyebrows she scowled defiantly at Miriam, then turned her head away, and went on with her dinner.
After dinner the discussion of the proposed club was renewed with energy.

Emma Dean's innocent allusion at dinner to the meeting of the board of directors had brought smiles to the faces of the six girls.
After they had again gathered in Grace's room, Elfreda was despatched to Emma's room with orders to bring her to the council, no matter what her engagements or obligations might be.
"I knew something was going to happen," was Emma's calm announcement as she followed Elfreda into the room.

"To quote my esteemed friend, Miss Briggs, 'I could see' it in your eyes at dinner.

I have a theme to write, a dressmaker to see, and four letters to answer, but, still, I am here." "We can readily understand how deeply it must have grieved you to shun the dressmaker, put off writing your theme, and tear yourself away from your correspondence," sympathized Miriam Nesbit, her eyes twinkling.
"Then, as long as you understand it, we won't say anything more about it," was Emma's hasty reply.

"I move that we avoid personalities and proceed to business.".