I never heard of a more accommodating fire in my life." "Open the windows now and let out the smoke," ordered Mrs.Gray, "and, if you have all finished eating, I think you had better come into the drawing room while the servants clear out this debris.

Tom, please tell the musicians to play a waltz.

I do not want my guests to carry away any unpleasant impressions of this house." The music struck up and the dance began again.
"Well," said Grace, "no one need feel badly about the fire, because a Christmas tree generally has to be burned, anyway, and nothing of value but the ornaments was destroyed.

So everything is all right." "It was all my fault," exclaimed David, in a contrite voice.

"Mrs.Gray, you will have to forgive me before I can enjoy a clear conscience again.
If it hadn't been for that lumbering sophomore, Julia Crosby, I should never have lost my temper the way I did." "My dear David," cried Mrs.Gray, patting him affectionately on the arm, "you couldn't do anything I would disapprove of.