"Good night, Mrs.Vertrees," she said, hurriedly, as the head-lights of an automobile swung round the corner above, sending a brightening glare toward the edge of the pavement where the two ladies were standing.
"Won't you come in ?" urged Mrs.Vertrees, cordially, hearing the sound of a cheerful voice out of the darkness beyond the approaching glare.
"Do! There's Mary now, and she--" But Sibyl was half-way across the street.

"No, thanks," she called.
"I hope she won't miss her piano!" And she ran into her own house and plunged headlong upon a leather divan in the hall, holding her handkerchief over her mouth.
The noise of her tumultuous entrance was evidently startling in the quiet house, for upon the bang of the door there followed the crash of a decanter, dropped upon the floor of the dining-room at the end of the hall; and, after a rumble of indistinct profanity, Roscoe came forth, holding a dripping napkin in his hand.
"What's your excitement ?" he demanded.

"What do you find to go into hysterics over?
Another death in the family ?" "Oh, it's funny!" she gasped.

"Those old frost-bitten people! I guess THEY'RE getting their come-uppance!" Lying prone, she elevated her feet in the air, clapped her heels together repeatedly, in an ecstasy.
"Come through, come through!" said her husband, crossly.

"What you been up to ?" "Me ?" she cried, dropping her feet and swinging around to face him.
"Nothing.