you made it 4 it wouldn't go through."

"Some one wanted to know who Mr. Black was, and Mr. Billisoly
asked if your name was on the taxpayers' petition. It's like a play
with the principal character left out. Suppose--"

"Suppose nothing! Go to bed and go to sleep! Your eyes are as big as
saucers, blue saucers at that. I don't want to hear another word,"
and with a kiss as quick as the look that swept the flushed face
was scrutinizing, Miss Gibbie waved her to the door.

"But aren't you coming? It's nearly twelve o'clock!"

"And why do I live alone save to do as I please? No, I'm not coming.
Go to bed!"

At the door, hand on knob, Mary Cary turned. "How did Mr. Milligan
know about my English grandfather? Who told him he was a chief
justice?"

"I did. And for good reasons. I don't tell my reasons. Go to bed!"

"When did you tell him?"

"This morning after I left you. /Are/ you going to bed?"

"I don't see what you told him for. I don't like my grandfathers. I
can't imagine--"

"There are many things you can't imagine, and more you don't