He's just like the blade of my pocket-knife with clothes on.

Oh, crickey!" It was conveniently discovered at this crisis that it was Olly's bedtime, and he was with some difficulty conveyed from the parlor, followed by an angry glare from Gerald and a severely truthful comment from Mrs.Upjohn.
De Forest outstayed the rest of the leave-takers.

Phebe thought it hard, when she so wanted to have Gerald all to herself on this last evening; and she wondered too that Halloway had not come to say good-by.

He came in, however, at last, flushed and tired, apologizing for the lateness of his call, saying he had been sent for by two of his parishioners who were also down with the fever.
"It looks something like an epidemic," remarked Gerald.

"I am really rather glad we are going." "You have no ambition to remain and turn Florence Nightingale then ?" asked De Forest.
"Not in the slightest.