Mrs. Campbell, pressing the annunciator, with the energy of a lioness at bay: "I don't believe it's as bad as that. It simply can't be. It would be too abominable." As Bella appears in answer to the bell: "Did you tell the gentlemen, when you went to borrow the coats for Mr. Roberts, that Mrs. Roberts had locked up his dress-suit?"
Bella: "Why, that's what Mr. Campbell said to say, ma'am, but I didn't believe Mrs. Roberts would quite like it, ma'am, and so I said—" She hesitates, and Mrs. Roberts springs to her feet, with arms outstretched to her.
Mrs. Roberts: "What, Bella?"
Bella: "Why, you know, ma'am, I couldn't help thinking how things fly about a house like this."
Mrs. Roberts: "Yes, yes!"
Mrs. Campbell: "Go on!"
Bella: "I didn't believe the gentlemen would have sent word like that themselves, if they'd thought of it; and so—"
"THAT LITTLE SUPPER"