I hear her voice," called Mattie, running to look over the banisters.

"She's got both Mr.De Forest and Mr.Moulton with her." There was a sound of many voices below, a giggling, a rush for the stairs, and a playful scuffle.
"It's me" (Bell's voice); "Dick won't let me pass." "Me is Bell" (Dick's voice); "she wouldn't pass if she could.

Too many fellows down here for her to want to leave 'em.

Send us down a girl or two from up there, can't you ?" A girl or two, however, apparently appeared from outside, greetings were called up to Phebe, offerings of flowers and delicacies transmitted _via_ Dick on the stairs to Olly at the top (who took toll by the way), and the liveliest kind of a time went on.

It was quite like a party, Dick shouted up, only that there was no ice-cream and a singular scarcity of girls.
"It's a shame," said Mrs.Upjohn, severely, in her chair, while Gerald held her peace, too wrathful to speak, and conscious of her inability to mend matters.