"I think I came to ask you ...

whether you knew of nice lodgings there ...

plain wholesome bath ...

respectable cooking, hot and cold ..." Her voice faded away pathetically.
There was a sudden shattering, as the door burst open, and a dog and a suit-case were swept in by a brisk broomstick.
"I am so sorry, Miss Watkins," said Miss Ford stiffly.

Her face was scarlet--neat and formal again now, but scarlet.--"I am so sorry if I have talked nonsense.