Occasionally she had scolded Miss Panney, and the old lady had never been angry.
"I shall not go to the city," she said, with a smile; "but I will write, and ask all the questions.

Then our consciences will be easier." Miss Panney rose to her feet.
"Do it, I beg of you," she said, "and do it this morning.

And now, Dora, if you walked here, I will drive you home in my phaeton, for you ought to send that address to Mrs.Tolbridge without delay." As the old roan jogged away from the doctor's house, Miss Panney remarked to her companion, "I needn't have hurried you off so soon, Dora, for it is three hours before the next mail will leave; but I did want Mrs.
Tolbridge to sit down at once and write that letter without being interrupted by anything which you might have come to tell her.

Of course, the sooner you send her the address, the better." "The boy shall take it to her as soon as I get home," said Dora.
She very much disliked scoldings, and had not now a word to say against the old body who would frighten the horses.

Desirous of turning the conversation in another direction without seeming to force it, "It seems to me," she said, "that Mr.and Miss Haverley ought to have somebody better to cook for them than old Phoebe.