"Theatricals! Hear him, girls!" "We hear well enough.

You don't give us a chance to do any thing but listen," said Amy Duckworth, pointedly.
"My dear, you'll converse all the more brilliantly this afternoon for a brief period of silence now," said Bell, sweetly.

"Mr.De Forest, you are not happy in your guesses." "I have exhausted them, unless it is to be a _musicale_." "No.

That's what we are going to have to-morrow ourselves.

I sing, you know." "Do you?
Well, a garden party perhaps ?" "That's what the Ripleys are going to have Thursday." "Then, so far as I can see, there is nothing left for it to be except a failure," said De Forest, lifting his arms off the gate.