"You poor dear child, you're soaking! To think those outrageous little fiends wouldn't even spare YOU!" As she spoke, another departing male guest came from behind Carlie and placed in her hand a snakelike article--a thing that Miss Lowe seized and concealed with one sweeping gesture.
"It's some false hair somebody must of put in my overcoat pocket," said Roderick Magsworth Bitts.

"Well, 'g-night.

Thank you for a very nice time." "Good-night, Miss Rennsdale," said Master Chitten demurely.

"Thank you for a--" But Miss Rennsdale detained him.

"Carrie," she said earnestly, "you're a dear boy, and I know you'll tell me something.