"Father, when was the house in Thirty-eighth Street sold?"
"Soon after we reached Aix."
"And you never told me?"
"Why should I? Herriott might cherish some sentiment about it, but the matter touched you in no way."
"At least I should like to know who bought it."
"Herriott. While at Greyledge I told him it would be on the market, and he instructed his agent to make the purchase."
"Had I known in time, Mr. Whitfield might have invested some idle money. I like those cool, big, old-fashioned rooms."
"I entertain no doubt that sooner or later they will be yours. Mrs. Mitchell, may I trouble you for the 'Figaro' at your elbow?"
"Who owns the old homestead that has belonged to some Kent for two hundred years?"
"The town has grown until it needs a juvenile 'reformatory,' and one is now in course of erection where my old barn stood so long. A better site could not have been found, or one more vigilantly patrolled by orthodox puritan ghosts."