"So I think."
"She may be a very hard person to manage. Strong, you must be careful of what you say."
"I shall, Mr. Harrison," I replied. "But that woman must do what is right or go to prison."
"I agree with you."
Ascending the steps of the house, I rang the bell. A tidy Irish girl answered the summons.
"Is Mrs. Agatha Mitts in?" I asked.
"Yes, sir."
"We would like to see her."
"Will you please step into the parlor?" went on the girl, and we did so.
"Who shall I say it is?"