It's Mrs.Grewe.I do hope you'll come up whenever you like, and let me help you all I can.

I shall so love to feel when I go that you and your kiddies will be here.

I've noticed them so often, down-stairs and in the elevator.

And they're both such darlings." And at that, with a thrill of pride, Ethel felt almost as though she had found a friend in the city at last.
They saw each other frequently, for Ethel was always running in to look through the various rooms and puzzle and decide on curtains, rugs and portieres.

In this she was aided more than she knew by the taste displayed in the furnishings, rich, subdued and yet so gay, that young Mrs.Grewe had collected here.