I'll be sure Susan takes you everything that's nice." "Well, then, I think I'll have a headache; I'm afraid I'd rather have it than one of Mary Ann's poor dinners.

(I'd be sure of one to-morrow if I went.)" "Paris things have spoiled you, I'm afraid," I said.

"Only see that I have something nice for Richard, won't you ?--How do you think the cook is going to do ?" This was the first sign of interest I had given in the matter of _menage_; by which it will be seen I was still a little selfish, and not very wise.

But Throckmorton was a person to cultivate my selfishness, and there had not been much to develop the wisdom of common life.
She promised me a very pretty dinner, no matter at what trouble, and made me feel quite easy about her wounded feelings.

One of the best features of Throckmorton was, she hadn't any feelings; you might treat her like a galley-slave, and she would show the least dejection.