“I don’t catch who’s sayin’ what,” said Aunt Mary.
“Nobody’s saying anything, Miss Watkins,” roared Mitchell; “we are all talking airy nothings just to pass the time o’ day.”
The carriage stopped three hundred feet below the level of a roof garden.
“We get out here,” said Burnett.
They all got out and went up in an elevator.
“Seems to be a good many goin’ to the same place,” said Aunt Mary.
“Yes,” said Mitchell, “a good many people generally go to places that are great places for a good many people to go to.”
“You ought not to end with a preposition,” said Clover.
“There, I left my ear-trumpet in the carriage!” said Aunt Mary.
There was a pause of consternation. No one spoke except the parrot.