"Who can't talk?"
He held her with a stern glance, and if the word had been hissable, would have hissed it.
"Butterflies," he said.
Then Miss Gay turned the color of a scarlet maple in the fall of the year. Then she squealed and ran.
[XVII]
"Are we all here?" asked Mary.
She had summoned her sisters and Arthur to the office for a conference.
"All except Sam Langham," said Gay.