Her lips kept going so white; and her hand was so burning hot all the time that I held it." "Have you been holding Mrs.Buxton's hand?
Where were your manners?
You are a little forward creature, and ever were.

But don't pretend to know better than your elders.

It is no use telling me Mrs.Buxton is ill, and she able to bear the noise of children." "I think they are all a pack of set-up people, and that Frank Buxton is the worst of all," said Edward.
Maggie's heart sank within her to hear this cold, unkind way of talking over the friends who had done so much to make their day happy.

She had never before ventured into the world, and did not know how common and universal is the custom of picking to pieces those with whom we have just been associating; and so it pained her.

She was a little depressed, too, with the idea that she should never see Mrs.Buxton and the lovely Erminia again.