Don't mind the cost.

If you have to do it, spend more on cooking, and less on raw material." This was all Miss Panney had to say on the subject, and shortly she departed.
After brief stops at the post-office and one or two shops, she drove to the abode of the Bannisters.

Miss Panney tied her roan to the hitching-post by the sidewalk, and went up the smooth gravel path to the handsome old house, which she had so often visited, to confer on her own affairs and those of the world at large with the father and the grandfather of the present Bannister, attorney-at-law.
She and the house were all that were left of those old days.

Even the widow was the second wife, who had come into the family while Miss Panney was away from Thorbury.
Mrs.Bannister was not at home, but Miss Dora was, and that entirely satisfied the visitor.

When the blooming daughter of the house came hurrying into the parlor, Miss Panney, who had previously raised two of the window shades, gazed at her earnestly as she saluted her, and nodded her head approvingly.