I made her the eggs she likes, too--but she wouldn't eat 'em." "H'm," Miss Cornelia pondered.

"I'm sorry if--well, Lizzie, we mustn't meddle in Miss Dale's affairs." "No, ma'am." "But--did she say when she would be back ?" "Yes, Miss Neily.

On the two o'clock train.

Oh, and I was almost forgettin'-- she told me to tell you, particular--she said while he was in the city she'd be after engagin' the gardener you spoke of." "The gardener?
Oh, yes--I spoke to her about that the other night.

The place is beginning to look run down--so many flowers to attend to.
Well--that's very kind of Miss Dale." "Yes, Miss Neily." Lizzie hesitated, obviously with some weighty news on her mind which she wished to impart.