She is the one from Surry and her name is listed as Elizabeth in the phone book but they call her Betty, or Becky or some foolish diminutive.
He fumbled for the light just as the zipper on his tent opened to reveal the bright smile of Betty from Boise.
Betty-Boop or whatever your name is, if you tarry much longer I may be forced to introduce myself, though taking you, at least at this time, would cause a mild alteration to my carefully formulated plans.
Hi, I'm Betty, from Boise.
With Mary Ball, descendant of a family which migrated to Virginia in 1657, there were six children - George, Betty, Samuel,..
There was little conversation but at one point when they were exchanging the lead and Betty pedaled ahead, she called to him over her shoulder.
It had been nearly a month of empty Thursday nights since his no-show session with Ethel Rosewater and the beautiful Betty from Boise was offering an effective way to make sure that embarrassment was a temporary happening.
"This is...Betty," and then added, "from Boise.
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," Fred said as Betty pushed upright, a little too far, and waved a greeting.
Betty bounced upright making no move to cover herself.
Betty began to cry and held Dean all the closer.
Betty looked from one to the other.
Betty looked as if a night with Hal-the-creep might have been a better choice.
Betty looked up, mouth agape.
Betty still looked completely bewildered.
To Betty, he added, Good night, Miss Boise.
"He's cute," Betty said as Dean snapped off the flashlight.
It was a long night, but a nice night; certainly not a night with an adequate allotment of sleep—not with the naked body of beautiful Betty from Boise beside him and a world gone topsy-turvy, and wondering lord knows what lay ahead in the towering mountains that surrounded them.
Betty had murmured something about jogging, kissed him on the nose, wiggled on her meager duds and left the tent, with the flap open just enough to admit the predawn chill and a red glow that would soon be sunrise.
Dean sipped the hot coffee, thankful Fred didn't raise any questions about Betty from Boise.
He reached the conclusion that the religious friend who directed Wesley's attention to the writings of Thomas a Kempis and Jeremy Taylor, in 1725, was Miss Betty Kirkham, whose father was rector of Stanton in Gloucestershire.
He obtained a considerable addition to his resources (Carlyle puts the amount at £10,000) on his marriage in 1767 to Betty Anne, sole child and heiress of John Dawson of Marly in Yorkshire.
He was got by the Darley Arabian from Betty Leedes, by Careless from sister to Leedes, by Leedes's Arabian from a mare by Spanker out of a Barb mare, who was Spanker's own mother.
I saw Miss Betty and her scholars.