"She ought to look round this room and take hints from it.

We spent a lot of money over our drawing-room, but it never looks like this.

Where are you, Beatrice ?" "Never mind now," responded Mrs.Bertram, whose voice, in spite of herself, had to take an extra well-bred tone when she spoke to Mrs.
Meadowsweet.

Miss Beatrice has just gone out with my girls, and I thought you and I would have tea here, and afterwards sit under the shade of that oak-tree and watch the children at their game." "Very nice, I'm sure," responded Mrs.Meadowsweet.She spread out her fat hands on her lap and untied her bonnet-strings.

"It's hot," she said.