I rung my bell, and desired Mr. Bracken might be sent to me.
I wiped it with a tuft of bracken, and I laughed with something of a bitterness.
Mr. Bracken did not take his hat and mutter that he would be back for dinner.
I thought I'd have to wait until Mrs. Bracken came home to let me out.
Mrs. Bracken slipped across the room and put her hand on his arm.
I put her on ...