"I thought he must have been timid," said Mrs. Bellmore, absently.
If you told the tale out of kindness of heart, Mrs. Bellmore, I can't express how grateful I am to you.
Mrs. Bellmore was inclined to eat largely of late suppers prepared on an oil stove by her own fair and very fat hands.
As Terence was strolling upon the east piazza, Mrs. Bellmore came up to him, with a confidential sparkle in her eye.
Mrs. Bellmore looked at her, then glanced around the room, curiously.
