She was better to look upon even than the beloved scarabeus, and he advanced to shake hands as though she had just entered the room.

Mrs.Jasher--knowing his ways--rose to extend her hand, and the two small, stout figures looked absurdly like a pair of chubby Dresden ornaments which had stepped from the mantelshelf.
"Dear lady, I am glad to see you.

You have--you have"-- the Professor reflected, and then came back with a rush to the present century--"you have come to dinner, if I mistake not." "Lucy asked me a week ago," she replied tartly, for no woman likes to be neglected for a mere beetle, however ancient.
"Then you will certainly get a good dinner," said Braddock, waving his plump white hands.

"Lucy is an excellent housekeeper.

I have no fault to find with her--no fault at all.