Bibbs, still sitting in his gold chair, saw her pass, roused himself from reverie, and strolled in after her.
"She locked her door," said Mrs.Sheridan, shaking her head woefully.
"She wouldn't even answer me.

They wasn't a sound from her room." "Well," said her husband, "she can settle her mind to it.

She never speaks to that fellow again, and if he tries to telephone her to-morrow--Here! You tell the help if he calls up to ring off and say it's my orders.

No, you needn't.

I'll tell 'em myself." "Better not," said Bibbs, gently.
His father glared at him.
"It's no good," said Bibbs.