"Why, yes; the Kittersbys and you and all of us Sheridans, I mean." "No," said Mary. "We shouldn't consider Mr. Robert Lamhorn a friend of ours." To her surprise, Sibyl nodded eagerly, as if greatly pleased. "That's just the way Mrs. Kittersby talked!" she cried, with a vehemence that made Mary stare. "Yes, and I hear that's the way ALL you old families here speak of him!"
I've been seeing quite a lot of the Kittersbys since that afternoon," Sibyl went on. "They're really delightful people. Indeed they are! Yes " She stopped with unconscious abruptness, her mind plainly wandering to another matter; and Mary perceived that she had come upon a definite errand.
He came from Lynn, Massachusetts, and they have relatives there YET some of the best people in Lynn!" "No!" exclaimed Bibbs, incredulously. "And there are other old families like the Vertreeses," she went on, not heeding him; "the Lamhorns and the Kittersbys and the J. Palmerston Smiths " "Strange names to me," he interrupted. "Poor things! None of them have my acquaintance."