"It's jolly under here, isn't it?
So cool and green! I was awfully cross when I came." "You cross ?" She nodded her head.

"And ungrateful, and perverse, and queer, and totally unlike my father's family." She counted off her shortcomings on her fingers, and raised her brows in comical imitation of her aunt.
"A left-hand blessing on the one that said so!" cried Sandy, with such ardor that she fled to another subject.
"I saw Martha Meech yesterday.

She was talking about you.

She was very weak, and could speak only in a whisper, but she seemed happy." "It's like her soul was in Heaven already," said Sandy.
"I took her a little picture," went on Ruth; "she loves them so.

It was a copy of one of Turner's." "Turner ?" repeated Sandy.