"I like to wear silks and velvets," Mrs. Steppe said, with the slightest emphasis on the I. "Some people don't care nothing about it."
"I love silks and velvets myself, and that's a lovely quality."
"When I put my money in anything, I like to put it in something good."
"Yes, indeed. I think that's my brother tooting his horn for me, so I'll have to say good-bye."
"It's quite a little car, ain't it?" Mrs. Steppe surveyed the new roadster from the vantage point of the window. "For my taste, I like these limousines, but anything that will go is better than nothing."
"Yes, indeed," said Elizabeth, "good-bye."
"Good-bye," said Mrs. Steppe, "take care of yourself. I hope you'll find me in better health next summer than you have this."
"Good-bye, Mabel. Good-bye, Madget."
"Good-bye," said Mabel, "come again."
"Kiss me again, Madget," said Elizabeth, "aren't you a little sorry I am going? Oh, be good children, won't you?"