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On the night table was the phial with the remains of the draught. She had noticed in the last day or two Lady Shillito fussing a good deal about the sick man, pressing on him doses of a colourless medicine. What if she had stolen in while the nurse was asleep and placed a finally fatal draught by the bedside?
Felicia's delicate fingers guided her needle back and forth making exquisite darns and patches in small petticoats and dresses. One grudging word of approval did her plump and fretful employer allow her. "You certainly can sew, but you needn't bother to take such small stitches I wish you'd stop fussing with that and press my frock " An ironing board added itself to the other confusion.
So as soon as I had seen him off by the train, I walked up to Charleston, and father with me, to fetch my things. Mrs. Blake for Mrs. Alderton I can't and won't call her was out, and I was able to get my bits of things together comfortable without her fussing and interfering.
Another cowboy had just brought the horses closer into camp, where they stood waiting to be saddled. Nels appeared to be fussing over a pack. Stewart was rolling a cigarette. Monty had apparently nothing to do for the present except whistle, which he was doing much more loudly than melodiously. The whole ensemble gave an impression of careless indifference.
"I wonder," she said, fussing with a shoulder-strap, "who Audrey will marry if anything happens to Chris?" She saw his face and raised her eyebrows. "You needn't scowl like that. He's quite as likely as not never to come back, isn't he? And Audrey didn't care a pin for him." "We're talking rather lightly of a very terrible thing, aren't we?" "Oh, you're not," she retorted.
There is no need to describe to the reader how they put the great man in the most important place, between the civilian general and the marshal of the province, a man of an independent and dignified expression of face, in perfect keeping with his starched shirt-front, his expanse of waistcoat, and his round snuff-box full of French snuff; how our host bustled about, and ran up and down, fussing and pressing the guests to eat, smiling at the great man's back in passing, and hurriedly snatching a plate of soup or a bit of bread in a corner like a schoolboy; how the butler brought in a fish more than a yard long, with a nosegay in its mouth; how the surly-looking foot-men in livery sullenly plied every gentleman, now with Malaga, now dry Madeira; and how almost all the gentlemen, particularly the more elderly ones, drank off glass after glass with an air of reluctantly resigning themselves to a sense of duty; and finally, how they began popping champagne bottles and proposing toasts: all that is probably only too well known to the reader.
God help anybody who's got any one single, solitary sick idea that keeps thinking on top of itself, over and over and over, boring into the past, bumping into the future, fussing, fretting, eternally festering. Gee! Compared to it, a tight shoe is easy slippers, and water dropping on your head is perfect peace! Look close at Martha, I say.
Protected by the barrel from the jostle on the sidewalk, I waited by the ancient graveyard until the electric lights grew bright, until every fussing sparrow was quiet, until I could see only little gray balls and blurs in the trees through the misty drizzle that came down with the night.
They were silent upon this. Bean wondered if Julia was still fussing back there. Or had she sent to White Plains for some more? And what was the flapper just perfectly doing at that moment? Life was wonderful! Here he was to witness a ball game on Friday! They were in the grandstand, each willing and glad to forget, for the moment, just how weirdly wonderful life was.
"Girls, don't waste much time fussing with your toilette; we are behind time as it is." "Did you expect us to go to church?" gasped Barbara. "Certainly. Everybody goes," returned Mr. Brewster, equally surprised at such a question. "Why, we haven't unpacked any clothes for church." "That doesn't matter. The Lord doesn't judge according to dress.
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