"Now, which shall it be, Emma ?" Emma prowled contemplatively about the suite, her hands in her coat pockets, her glasses pushed far over her nose.

Finally she paused before Grace.

Settling her glasses at their proper angle she said earnestly, "I don't wish to seem selfish, Grace, but really I think you are entitled to the sitting-room.

It's larger and lighter.

It's more attractive in every way.