"They have," said she.

"Every one of us is a first-rate talker--and that's all the energy I've got--energy to wag my tongue.
Still--You didn't know I'd gone into business ?" "Business ?" "That is, I'm backing Stella Wilmot in opening a little shop--to sell millinery." "A Wilmot at work!" exclaimed Hiram.
"A Wilmot at work," affirmed Henrietta.

"She's more like her great grandfather; you know how a bad trait will skip several generations and then show again.

The Wilmots have been cultivating the commonness of work out of their blood for three generations, but it has burst in again.

She made a declaration of independence last week.