The shameful truth is I was trying to hurry papa.

He's incorrigible: he stays so late at his terrible old factory--terrible new factory, I should say.

I hope you don't HATE us for making you dine with us in such fearful weather! I'm nearly dying of the heat, myself, so you have a fellow-sufferer, if that pleases you.

Why is it we always bear things better if we think other people have to stand them, too ?" And she added, with an excited laugh: "SILLY of us, don't you think ?" Gertrude had just made her entrance from the dining-room, bearing a tray.

She came slowly, with an air of resentment; and her skirt still needed adjusting, while her lower jaw moved at intervals, though not now upon any substance, but reminiscently, of habit.