HUSH! Baby's asleep.
It's a HOLLISTER PERAMBULATOR!
"If it's a Hollister," I remarked as a second of these flew by the window, "it's perfect."
"Oh, those things!" she exclaimed.
"I was n't referring to the perambulator necessarily. Anything that's Hollister must be good."
"We're out of the business, except that Aunt Octavia gets a dollar for every one that's made; but the trust keeps the name."
"The trust could hardly change your name. You will have to do that yourself."
"You've been talking to Hezekiah. That's the way people always talk to her."
"It's certainly not the way I've been talking to you; but we've run away from school, and I'm disposed to make the most of it. Our conversation at your aunt's has been so high up in the air, that it's pleasant to come down to earth and tune it to the less strenuous note of a twentieth-century railway journey."
"That, Mr. Ames, may depend upon the point of view."
"But you will make it yours, won't you? You see, I've always dreamed of adventures, but since I met your aunt in the Asolando they've been coming a little too fast. There's that ghost business. Now I 'm going to catch that ghost to-night, if it's the last thing I do!"