George Allan England

“ Disney had laughingly retorted, already at the door. “I reckon I can look out for myself!”
Blowing her mother a kiss, she had gone out—fur-clad and glowing with young enthusiasms—into the allure of this strange, fascinating new life.
As Mrs. Forrester turned back into the hallway, Lavinia Grush spoke to her:
“If you don't mind, I'd like a few words with you!”
The housekeeper beckoned the woman from Charleston into the drawing-room. She left the door open. Open doors are safer, when servants may listen at key-holes; and as for Lockwood, he lay dead to the world, two stories above. ”

“ What a beautiful place! How I love the snow! It's all just like a dream! Is it true?”
“Come here, child, and kiss me again,” bade the trembling old aristocrat, from the wing chair into which, before the fire, he had sunk exhausted. “It's all true. There, if you're happy, what do you think of me?”
“I think you're the most wonderful grandfather in all this world, and I know I love you!”
Lockwood smiled with a happiness too deep for words, as Disney, perched on the arm of his big chair, smoothed back the scant white hair from his forehead ”

“ I wouldn't want to get into this awful trouble for all of Lockwood's money—for all the money in the world!”
“I bet that's true, too,” the housekeeper agreed, nodding her head, on which the henna wig had twisted somewhat awry, letting sparse gray hairs protrude. “What a wrong that villain done you! Oh, these men, these men! A man done me an awful wrong, too, long ago, and I've never got over it. Veazie ought to be hung for this, what's he done to you and me!”
“That wouldn't do any good, if he was. My daughter's here, and I'm here—and what are we going to do?” ”