Our Elizabeth . . . . . . Frontispiece
Henry and I looked at the Cookery Book
Marion dropped fifteen stitches
''E was starin' at it wild-like.'
'Do you mean the boiler one?' I asked.
'I suppose I'm shocking you terribly.'
A slight lowering of the left eye-lid.
Henry, being a Scotsman, likes argument.
She dashed from the room in a spasm of mirth.