Mrs.Mortlock raised her almost sightless eyes to the fat little woman's face, and remarked in a slightly acid voice-- "I'm obliged to you, Mrs.Dredge, for thinking that in the moment of trial the sight of me and a sympathizing squeeze from my hand would have done my continual reader any harm.

It's very good-natured of you to go with the orphan girls, Mrs.Dredge, and I'm glad to think you've just had the support of your chop to sustain you under the fatigue.
Please remember, Mrs.Dredge, that we lock up the house in this home at ten o'clock, and no latch-keys allowed.

Isn't that so, Mrs.Flint ?" "Under ordinary circumstances, quite so, ma'am," answered Mrs.Flint, who would not have minded snubbing Miss Slowcum, but was anxious to propitiate both the rich widows; "under ordinary circumstances that is so, but in a dire moment like the present I think the ten minutes' grace might be allowed to Mrs.Dredge's kind heart." "Here's the four-wheeler!" exclaimed Mrs.Dredge.
"Good-bye, ladies.

If I'm not in at ten minutes past ten don't look for me until the morning." When Mrs.Dredge, Primrose, Jasmine, and Poppy got back to the girls' pretty sitting-room the good-natured little widow proved herself a very practical friend.

First of all, she listened carefully to Poppy's account of all that had transpired that day.