"And the married Farringtons have gone back to town, so this is all our party--for the moment." "All right; here we go, then." And the big car rolled down the driveway.
"I hesitated about going," Patty demurred, "for it's Winnie's Sunday out, and I had to leave baby with Janet.

I've never done it before." "Oh, well," Betty laughed, "she'll probably sleep till you get back.
Don't babies always sleep all the afternoon ?" "Not always, but Fleurette often does.

Oh, of course, she'll be all right" "And Azalea isn't there," she added, in a low tone to her husband.
And indeed, just then, Azalea was far away from there.
She and Phil had gone for the sort of walk they both loved,--along woodland paths, cross-lots, now and then back on the highroad, and if they got too far to walk back, prepared to return by train or trolley.
The two were congenial spirits, which fact had rather surprised Van Reypen's friends.

For he was a conservative, fastidious aristocrat, and though Azalea's rough edges had been rubbed down a bit by Patty's training, she was still of a very different type from the Van Reypen stock.
But they both loved the open, and they strode along, chatting or silent as fitted their mood.
"What's in your mind just now, Brownie ?" he asked, as Azalea looked thoughtful.
"Why,--a queer sort of a notion.

Did you ever have a premonition,--a sort of feeling that you ought to do something--" "A hunch ?" "Yes; a presentiment that unless you do what you're told to do, there'll be trouble--" "Who told you ?" "That's just it.