Hurry it up, Temperance." "It will be on the table in less than no time, Miss Morgeson," she answered, "provided Miss Fanny is agreeable about taking in the teapot." I had a comfortable sense of property, when I took possession of my own room.

It was better, after all, to live with a father and mother, who would adopt my ideas.

Even the sea might be mine.

I asked father the next morning, at breakfast, how far out at sea his property extended.
"I trust, Cassandra, you will now stay at home," said mother; "I am tired of table duty; you must pour the coffee and tea, for I wish to sit beside your father." "You and Aunt Merce have settled down into a venerable condition.

You wear caps, too! What a stage forward!" "The cap is not ugly, like Aunt Merce's; I made it," Veronica called, sipping from a great glass.
"Gothic pattern, isn't it ?" father asked, "with a tower, and a bridge at the back of the neck ?" "This hash is Fanny's work, mother," said Verry.
"So I perceive." "Hepsey is not at the table," I said.
"It is her idea not to come, since I have taken Fanny.