"Won't you come in and make me a little visit.

I was SO sorry, the other day, that I was--ah--" She stopped inconsequently, then repeated her invitation.
"Won't you come in?
I'd really--" "Thank you, but I must be running back.

My husband usually gets home about this time, and I make a little point of it always to be there." "That's very sweet." Mrs.Vertrees descended the steps and walked toward the street with Sibyl.

"It's quite balmy for so late in November, isn't it?
Almost like a May evening." "I'm afraid Miss Vertrees will miss her piano," said Sibyl, watching the instrument disappear into the big van at the curb.

"She plays wonderfully, Mrs.Kittersby tells me." "Yes, she plays very well.