"Miss Abingdon still used a key-basket and hoped, please God, she would never be called upon to give up this womanly appendage, whatever the world might come to."
"Miss Abingdon put her key-basket upon the dressing-table and sat down in an armchair on the farther side of the room."
"Bible on the counterpane and decided once more that young people were inexplicable, and she clung to her key-basket with a feeling of security, and, holding it carefully in her hand, went downstairs again."