Twice she had disappeared towards Eliza's table to get a fresh plate and come again, rubbing it.
"Ah, girls," she now cried, "Sophia is always giving you credit for more sense than I'm afraid you possess.

No giggling, now, if this young fellow should happen to say 'good morning.' Just 'good morning' in return, and pass on--nothing more." The father's leisurely speech again broke in and hushed the little babble.
"Certainly, my dear daughters, under such circumstances as your mother suggests; to look down modestly, and answer the young man's salutation with a little primness, and not to hesitate in your walk--that, I should think, is perhaps the course of conduct your mother means to indicate." "It strikes me," said Harold, the eldest son, "a good deal depends on what he _did_ say to Eliza.

Eliza!" This last was a shout, and the girl responded to it, so that there were now two figures at the door, Mrs.Rexford drying the dish, and Eliza standing quite quietly and at ease.
"Yes, my son," responded Captain Rexford, "it _does_ depend a good deal on what he _did_ say to Eliza.

Now, Eliza" (this was the beginning of a judicial inquiry), "I understand from Mrs.Rexford that----" "I've heard all that you have said," said Eliza.

"I've been just here." "Ah! Then without any preface" (he gave a wave of his hand, as if putting aside the preface), "I might just ask you, Eliza, what this young--Harkness, I believe his name is--what----" "He's just too chatty, that's all that's the matter with him," said Eliza.