"Yes, Sir a little."
"How much?"
"My sleeves oh, I dried them long ago."
"Don't you repeat that experiment, Fleda," said he, seriously, but with a look that was a good reward to her, nevertheless.
"It is a raw day!" said Mrs. Rossitur, drawing her shoulders together, as an ill-disposed window-sash gave one of its admonitory shakes.
"What little panes of glass for such big windows!" said Hugh.
"But what a pleasant prospect through them," said Fleda "look, Hugh! worth all the Batteries and Parks in the world."
"In the world! in New York, you mean," said her uncle. "Not better than the Champs Elysées?"
"Better to me," said Fleda.
"For to-day I must attend to the prospect in-doors," said Mrs.
Rossitur.