United States or Guyana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He remembered, that is, none of her coming to see him in the rain while a muddy four-wheeler waited, and while, though having left her waterproof downstairs, she was yet invested with the odd eloquence the positive picturesqueness, yes, given all the rest of the matter of a dull dress and a black Bowdlerised hat that seemed to make a point of insisting on their time of life and their moral intention, the hat's and the frock's own, as well as on the irony of indifference to them practically playing in her so handsome rain-freshened face.
"You should have done as Mummy said and had your frock made in London, like Gwenda. They'd have given you a decent cut. You look as if you couldn't breathe." "My frock's all right," said Alice. Her fingers trembled as she strained at the hooks and eyes. And in the end it was Gwenda who hooked Mary up while Alice held the veil. She held it in front of her.
"Carry has not finished her breakfast, Miss Channing," quoth she. "She was lazy this morning!" "I think some one else was lazy also," said Constance, gently drawing the child to her. "Why did you come down half-dressed, my dear?" "I am quite dressed," responded Fanny. "My frock's on, and so is my pinafore." "And these?" said Constance, touching the curl-papers.
I've got two little children, and no bread, nor coals, nor candles. I couldn't buy scarcely anythink with only tenpence. Indeed, indeed, my red frock's worth a great deal more; it's worth I don't know how many shillings. 'You go home, little Meg, said Kitty's voice behind her, 'and I'll bring you three shillings for the frock, and one for the bonnet; four for the two.
No, she was not wearing black in honour of the dead, but to humour the living. And why should her father be humoured? George privately admitted the unreasonableness, the unsoundness, of these considerations obviously mourning wear was imperative for Marguerite nevertheless they were present in his mind. "That frock's a bit tight, but it suits you," he said, advancing with her into the studio.
She felt as if she were dreaming. 'Biddy, said her father, 'you must take off the wettest of your things at once. Biddy began to finger her garments. 'My frock's the worst, she said; 'and oh, where's my hat gone? 'Never mind your hat, child, said Tobias.
'Mind, you needn't make such a work, it bain't presents, said George Grant, 'only we won't have them asking up at Elbury if we've saved the guy to bring in. 'It is a present, though, old Betty Bushel's shirt, said Charles Hayward. 'She said she'd throw it at his head if he brought it back again; but the frock's mine. 'And the corduroys is mine, said George Grant.
"You can fancy my fight! She believes in her triumph. I think it has been part of her joy. "Oh her joy!" Strether sceptically murmured. "Well, she thinks she has had her own way. And what's to-night for her but a kind of apotheosis? Her frock's really good." "Good enough to go to heaven in? For after a real apotheosis," Strether went on, "there's nothing BUT heaven.
"Oh, you fibber!" Toni was not going to stand that. "They were mine, and you took them off my plate when I wasn't looking!" "I'm afraid they aren't much good to anyone now," said Owen with a smile. "They are pretty well squashed, Toni, and I fancy your frock's got the worst of the encounter!"
"Where are her clothes?" said the matron. "Oh, here. Yon frock's good enough if it was washed; but, losh me! just look at these for clothes!" She was exhibiting some indescribable rags as she spoke. "Kate," said Miss Mackenzie, "dress her in the lassie Grant's clothes: they are the most likely to fit her. Don't lose time: I want to see her again before I go."
Word Of The Day