To forget her friends that she might go into society a countess!
The Countess had worked hard all her life, and her hands were red and big-jointed.
Now, don't worry about it any more—I expect it was the Countess told you that.
"Well, I do think it's awfully good, Dell," began the Countess.
"I just know he'll choose Bill," crowed the Countess after the flicker of the doctor's ...