"Aristocracy hampered by extreme stinginess would cut but a poor figure, I should think." "Have we set up a grill here ?" Henry asked.
Mrs.Witherspoon nodded at Ellen as if to emphasize the rebuke, and the young woman exclaimed: "Oh, I'm singled out, am I?
Who said that the old man's 'hah, hah,' was tiresome?
You'd better nod at your son, mother." But she gave her son never a nod.

In her sight he surely could commit no indiscretion.

A moment later the mother asked: "Have they talked to you again about going into the store ?" "Oh, they hint at it occasionally." "Ellen, can't you find a chair?
I know your brother must he tired." Ellen got off the arm of Henry's chair, and soon afterward Mrs.
Witherspoon took the vacated place.

The young woman laughed, but said nothing.

The mother fondly touched Henry's hair and smoothed it back from his forehead.