"How could you possibly live there?
And the East Side way down there is just as bad as up here" "I believe there is a stable, but it won't bother us--we're too high," replied Patty.
"Well, we can't stop; Gabriella hasn't unpacked her trunks," returned Mrs.Fowler; "but be sure to come early, Patty.

I want your father to see you." "I wish there wasn't going to be anybody else.

I want to talk to my sister.

Isn't it lovely to have a sister, and mamma was too selfish to give me one.

Do you call her 'mamma,' too, Gabriella ?" "Of course she calls me 'mamma,'" answered Mrs.Fowler before Gabriella could speak, "and she is a much better daughter already than you ever were." "And a much better son, too, than George ever was ?" asked Patty slyly.
"We aren't talking about George.