She told me about it.

Nothing seems to shift it, either.' Mavis laughed--hoarse, childlike laughter that brought tears to her eyes.
'It's a shame to make fun of Aunt Jessie; she's a very, very good sort.' 'Oh, good gracious, Mavis, if it comes to sorts, I'm sure she's quite at the top of the tree.

But don't let's bother about her now.' 'What _do_ you want to bother about ?' 'Couldn't you come out and dine with me, Mavis?
It would be a change'-- he was going to say 'for you', but altered it--'for me.' 'Oh no, Vincy; you can't take me out to dinner.

I don't look up to the mark.' She looked in a glass.

'My hat--it's a very good hat--it cost more than you'd think--but it shows signs of wear.' 'Oh, that reminds me,' began Vincy.