"How do you do, Beatrice?
Isn't it bad for you, dear love," turning again to the elder lady, "to have the window of the fly open?
Although it is summer, and the doctor makes a fuss about the thermometer being over eighty in the shade, I know for a positive fact that the wind is east, and very treacherous." "I don't take cold easily, Jessie," replied Mrs.Meadowsweet.

"No, I prefer not to have the windows up, poor Bee would be over hot.

We must think of the young things, mustn't we, Jessie?
Well, you'll wonder why I am in my best toggery! Bee and I are off to the Manor, no less, I assure you.

And to dinner, too! There's news for you." "Well, I'm sure!" responded Mrs.Morris.Envy was in every tone of her voice, and on every line of her face.

As usual, when excited, she found her voice, which came out quite thin and sharp.