You are invited, too." This from the pony-cart in high-pitched voices in different keys.
"Oh, I've had a perfectly lovely time, and I've brought you all something in my trunk.

And say, girls, Betty is writing a play for the Red Cross entertainment.

There's a witch in it, Kitty, and lots of pretty costumes, Allison.

And, oh, deah, I'm so glad to get home I don't know what to do first!" This from the carriage.
The great entrance gates were unlocked now, the lawn smoothly cut, the green lace-work of vines trimly trained around the high white pillars of the porches.

The pony-cart turned back at the gate, and the carriage drove slowly up the avenue alone.