"Do you mean to say, Kitty Tolbridge, that this sort of thing is going to happen three times a day?
What have you done?
What sort of a creature is she?
Tell me all about it this very minute." Mrs.Tolbridge led the way to the parlor, and the two sat down.
"Now," said the doctor's wife, "suppose you finish what you were saying about the Methodist church, then--" Miss Panney stamped her foot.
"Don't mention them!" she cried.

"Let them build tower on tower, spire on spire, crypts, picture galleries, altars, confessionals, if they like.
Tell me about your new cook." "It will take a long time to tell you all about her, at least all she told me," said Mrs.Tolbridge, "for she talked to me more than an hour this morning, working away all the time.

Her name is Jane La Fleur, but she does not wish any one to call her Jane.

She would like the family to use her last name, and the servants can do the same, or call her 'madam.' She is the widow of two chefs, one a Florentine, named Tolati, and the other a Frenchman, La Fleur.

She acted as 'second' to each of these, and in that way has thoroughly learned the art of Italian cooking, as well as the French methods.