Why can't girls learn to carry their own coats?
It would save a lot of trouble." It ended by my driving, with a very bad grace, to Mathers Hall.
"You wait here until I come out," said Terry, coolly, as I drew up by the stepping stone and commenced fumbling for a hitching strap.
"Not much!" said I."If you interview Polly Mathers I shall be present at the interview." "Oh, very well!" he returned resignedly.

"If you'd let me go about it my own way, though, I'd get twice as much out of her." The family were at breakfast, the servant informed me.

I left Terry in the parlor while I went on to the dining-room to explain the object of our visit.
"There is a friend of mine here from New York to help us about the trial"-- I thought it best to suppress his real profession--"and he wants to interview Miss Polly in regard to the coat.

I am very sorry--" "Certainly," said Mrs.Mathers, "Polly is only too glad to help in any way possible." And to my chagrin Polly excused herself and withdrew to the parlor, while her father kept me listening to a new and not very valuable theory of his in regard to the disappearance of Mose.

It was fifteen minutes before I made my escape and knocked on the parlor door.