laurel-bed

Updated: July 24, 2025

I remember you now, though I am sure I should never have recognized you, Susan. Susan. Lor, how I should like to have a talk with you about old times! But there, we've got something else to do first. Where's your good husband? Mrs. C.N. In the garden, hiding in the laurel-bed, with Chickabiddy. That's our baby, you know. Enter Mr. Nokes, slightly elevated with champagne, and not perceiving Mrs.

Various - Lippincott's Magazine, December, 1885