Giulia Hossfeld, ../../ (1913)
“ Then, on a luckless day, Helen, who was entertaining college friends, was tempted by its dainty beauty, and with her own skilful fingers proceeded to decorate the tea-tray with her mother’s precious china. Just how it happened she could not understand, but in lifting one of the fragile cups from the shelf, there was a spiteful little crack, and the cup remained standing in its place, while Helen’s fingers held only the handle. ”
Giulia Hossfeld, ../../ (1913)
“ Gordon, who had misplaced his ash-tray, wandered into the china-closet in search of one—a Christmas gift of the year before. He blundered upon the new dishes instead, and, warned by the same ominous click that had so startled Helen a few hours before, was just in time to catch the handle of one of the new cups as it fell from its place on the shelf. “Well!” he exclaimed in surprise, examining the broken pieces curiously, “this will never do. What will Mother say when she finds that I ’ve been meddling with her new china?” ”
Giulia Hossfeld, ../../ (1913)
“ Hilda, still in the short-skirt-and-pigtails stage of her existence; Robert, who already occupied a position in his father’s office, and Ted, fully imbued with the importance and responsibilities of a junior in high school. “Ladies—or shall I say lady?—and gentlemen,” continued Helen, with mock dignity, “we are assembled here to-night to discuss a question of great and lasting importance, a question which (need I remind you, lady and gentlemen?) is only to be decided after due and mature consideration—both of the subject and of our respective pocket-books. ”
