He spoke with Elise Jordan from his home of Ashland City, Tennessee, about that fateful night—a turning point in the Iraq War.
As she walked slowly along, she thought to herself, "Elise with the angels!"
"I wish I'd thought of that," said Elise, a shade of disappointment in her big dark eyes.
I am glad poor Elise is to be allowed to stay in Paris all winter and work.
I must not interfere with you, Elise,” said I; “that would be very ungrateful on my part.
Some fruit was boiling on a stove, giving out a fragrant savour, and Elise's eye was on it mechanically.