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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Indeed! who have you got me ticketed for?" and the pink eyes turned towards her step-mother. "Little Sir Tilton would be just her height, dear Mrs. Tompkins," and Mrs. Meltonbury clasped her hands in ecstasy. "Mrs. Tompkins will tell you how I love him," said Blanche disapprovingly.
Before Horapollo was a half-empty plate; he had swallowed his meal less rapidly than his companion, and looked disapprovingly at the leech, who drank off his wine and water as he stood, whereas he generally would sit and enjoy it as he talked to the old man of matters light or grave.
Charlie silently followed her down into the kitchen, where a man-servant and the younger maid were already at breakfast; the latter arose, and was placing another plate upon the table, when Betsey frowned and nodded disapprovingly to her. "Let him wait," whispered she; "I'm not going to eat with niggers." "Oh! he's such a nice little fellow," replied Eliza, in an undertone; "let him eat with us."
Brigham looked at her and hesitated. She glanced at the door, which was still ajar, as it did not easily shut, being still swollen with the damp weather of the summer. She rose and pushed it together with a sharp thud which jarred the house. Rebecca started painfully with a half exclamation. Caroline looked at her disapprovingly. "It is time you controlled your nerves, Rebecca," said she.
"Uncle" looked round disapprovingly at Petya and Natasha. He did not like to combine frivolity with the serious business of hunting. "Good morning, Uncle! We are going too!" shouted Petya. "Good morning, good morning! But don't go overriding the hounds," said "Uncle" sternly. "Nicholas, what a fine dog Trunila is! He knew me," said Natasha, referring to her favorite hound.
"So you are going to take the cat back again?" he said disapprovingly, as he looked at the basket. "She's our cat," Alice said sweetly, but very firmly. Christopher looked down at Alice, who smiled up at him and showed her dimples. "Yes, of course, she is your cat," he said; for nobody could resist Alice. "But it seems too bad to yank her out every time she comes back to her old place."
Outside the door of the tent, Alice Mellen sat on a bench, with Carew at her side and Weldon sprawling lazily on the ground at her feet. "Twenty-seven inside," she told them. "It is mostly enteric and S. C., men who have been sent here from Bloemfontein. Their hospitals are overcrowded. We have both sorts here, you know." "Nursing Boers?" Carew asked, disapprovingly. "Why not?
He followed disapprovingly afoot; and, when she brought her horse to a stand, he helped her from the saddle, and took the bridle reins with an air of weary tolerance. "When you get ready to go home, you can come to the store," he said bluntly. "Huckleberry wouldn't stand here if you hog-tied him. Just remember that if you ever ride up here alone it might save you a walk back.
"Why don't he start the engine and keep her head to the sea?" "Because he knows too much," came a hoarse whisper, and they turned to Jenkins, who was sitting up, regarding them disapprovingly. "Because he knows too much," he repeated, in the same hoarse whisper.
"And you are no better than a Tory, Betty Hastings," Gilbert continued, looking disapprovingly toward brown-eyed Betty. "You said a little while ago that you would rather be Lord Cornwallis than Washington." "Well, what if I did? I only meant in your play; because the English uniform is fine. All scarlet and gold," Betty explained.
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