That, I say, would be bold in any girl.

Well, to finish about the staircase: my bedroom, as I told you, was my grandfather's.

One day Twonette was visiting me, and we--we--Sir Max, what in the world are you and Twonette talking about?
We can't hear a word you say." "We can't hear what you are saying," retorted Max.
"I wish you were young, Sir Karl," whispered Yolanda, "so that I might make him jealous." "Shall we come to you ?" asked Max.
"No, no, stay where you are," cried Yolanda; then, turning to me, "Where did I stop ?" "Your bedroom--" I suggested.
"Yes--my bedroom was my grandfather's.

One day I had Twonette in to play with me, and we rummaged every nook and corner we could reach.

By accident we discovered the movable panel.