"Or, rather he'd not hear of my doing it.

But I think he'll let us take an apartment at Sherry's next winter--for the season, just--unless Janet and I go abroad." Mrs.Ranger had not been listening.

She now started up.

"If you'll excuse me, Mattie, I must see what that cook's about.

I'm afraid to let her out of my sight for five minutes for fear she'll up and leave." "What a time your poor mother has!" said Mrs.Whitney, when she and Adelaide were alone.
Del had recovered from her attack of what she had been denouncing to herself as snobbishness.