"Now, let me see, what is the programme?" said Mr. Robbins to his elder daughter. "We three females are going shopping. I am to buy Patty a coat. Is there anything else I am to get for the family?" "Dear me, yes. I have a long list that your Aunt Barbara gave me; she said you would know. I have it somewhere about me."

She said she couldn't wait for you, as she had to be back at the hospital at two, so she would do a little shopping herself and let the rest wait." "Well," said Susanna, after a pause in which her very soul rebelled, "it can't be helped, I suppose! Did Mr. Fairfax go out with her?" "He was to take her somewhere for a cup of tea and then he was going home." "Going home!

Mo dropped him off at the shopping center and drove into traffic without looking back. He took the escalator to the upper level and walked into Shirokya, drawn by Japanese muzak and pretty packaging. The Japanese were incapable of bad design, he thought. It was in their genes or something. Or maybe it was just that they cared.

If I get tired if when you come back, you don't find me, just conclude," capriciously, "I have gone on some little errand of my own. Shopping, perhaps." "Jocelyn!" he had said, momentarily held by her eyes, her feverish manner. "There is something wrong, isn't there? Hasn't the time come yet, to tell?" "Something wrong? What nonsense!" she had laughed.

He goes down every week. I wonder where Mr. Oliphant's son can be?" Mrs. Edwards took in every word avidly while she ate. But she let the conversation drift off to Quogue, their acquaintances, and the difficulty of shopping in the summer. "Well, I must be going to get the train," exclaimed Mrs. Leicester at last.

Though anxious to meet her friends again in New York City, Grace had sighed with genuine regret at leaving this new-found peace and departing from Oakdale on the most momentous shopping tour she had ever before set out to make. She and her mother had gone directly to the home of the Nesbits, where a most cordial welcome awaited them. Two days had passed since their arrival.

It is said that nothing has been known of her whereabouts since about the 1st of March, when she left her home in the Shaynon mansion on Fifth Avenue, ostensibly for a shopping tour.

I am a perfect idiot at that sort of thing. Where shall we go?" "You would never ask such a question," said Carrissima, looking wonderfully happy as she sat holding her cup and saucer, "if you had any real feeling for the Art of Shopping. We will go everywhere. The first thing is to land yourself in the neighbourhood then you plunge.

"Austin," said Nell one day, "maybe Papa would give us enough for me to do that shopping. He has not helped us a bit and he has had work all the time. Let us count up just what we might need, and, when he comes next week, let us ask him for the money. It is only right that he should help you with the care of the children, and I want to get the things right away."

You told her I had gone out shopping and you knew I was right in the next room." "I didn't mean to have you come in and see a woman dressed like that one, in your wrapper." "What is the matter with my wrapper?" Martha said nothing. "Are you going?" asked her aunt. "You know that too."