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Updated: May 8, 2025
I saw you and Sarah from upstairs, or I should have added her to the list of the missing, too." "I wanted to show Rosemary my new fishing rod," Jack explained. "It's a beauty and my uncle sent it to me from Canada." Sarah stood up and shook a lapful of dirt from her frock. "I think you are cruel to catch fish," she said indignantly. "Why you eat fish, don't you?" retorted Jack.
I dare say if I had met your brother before I met you I should have fallen in love with him. Quite likely!" "Quite likely as you say," answered poor Oscar, humbly. "I am sure I think it very lucky for me, that you didn't meet Nugent first." She threw her lapful of flowers away from her on the table at which she was sitting. She became perfectly furious with him for taking my side.
Some vanity, some selfishness, some distrust and weariness, some peevishness, some indolence, and a lapful of omissions. Since she married," continued my aunt, slowly pulling her thick black eyelashes, after a fashion she had, "I believe she has found the long-lost failing. It is impatience with Mr. Rampant, she thinks." I could not help laughing.
It was hot summer weather, but he could not be kept warm. After several hours a reaction set in and Corney was in a high fever. The family knew well now that he had the dreaded chills and fever of the backwoods. Margat went out and gathered a lapful of pipsissewa to make tea, of which Corney was encouraged to drink copiously. But in spite of all their herbs and nursing the young man got worse.
Besides the pale little "spring flower," which hardly waits for the snow to go away before it shows itself, there were daffodils and anemones and wake-robins, and from the lapful which little Flora MacIvor sat holding on the bank close beside the great willow peeped forth violets, blue and white.
The child rose, with difficulty keeping her lapful together, picked it up, carried it back, sat down again, spoke to it, kissed it, sang to it oh! such a sweet, childish little song! the princess never could recall a word of it and threw it away. Up rose its little head, and there it was, busy growing again!
Ambrose had no scruple in delivering to Aldonza the message and token, when he overtook her on the stairs of the house at Chelsea, carrying up a lapful of roses to the still-room, where Dame Alice More was rejoicing in setting her step-daughters to housewifely tasks.
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