She smiled sweetly at Mr. Marsh.
Mr. Giddon heard him and kicked him off the place.
"Why not, Mr. Wizard?" asked Jellia, bowing low.
"I understand," said Mr. Webster.
Mr. Marsh is the one who is responsible.
Let me see what I can find on grateful Mr. Cooms.
Betsy suggested Howie should pay a visit to Mr. Merrill Cooms.
Mr. Marsh proved that he was on no diet.
Mr. Rinehart regarded them both with obvious confusion.
What time is it, Mr. Wizard?
In a few minutes Mr. Lincoln joined them.
I wish Mr. Giddon had not.
And what about Mr. Giddon?
Why do you look at Mr. Giddon?
Mr. Marsh eyed her frame skeptically.
Mr. and Mrs. Marsh stared at her for a moment and finally Mr. Marsh spoke.
Mr. Marsh rubbed his jaw and continued to study her thoughtfully.
Adrienne expected a sharp response from Mr. Marsh, but he only regarded his wife thoughtfully for a few moments.
Mr. Marsh was the undisputed king of the castle, but he obviously acknowledged his wife as the queen.
Don't get bossy with me, Mr. Marsh.
If she had come up with Brandon when he asked, she would have been there when Mr. Marsh suffered the heart attack.
Officially Mr. Marsh was dead.
Deep inside she did feel responsible, but not for Mr. Marsh's death.
Why they found it so amusing that Mr. Cade was a recluse evaded her comprehension.
Of course, Mr. Cade hardly seemed the seductive type and she certainly wasn't going to encourage it.
Mr. Catlin at the bank says he's as honest as they come.
Apparently she found Mr. Cade not only attractive, but also irresistible.
Obviously it had been a long time since she had seen or talked to Mr. Cade.
So when Mr. Cade strode into the diner Friday night, Cynthia's clothes were packed and stored in the back room of the diner.
Even Mr. Cade had hinted that it was unusually large.
Mr. Cade, do you mind if I have a friend over now and then?
Please, Mr. Wizard, may I eat just one of the fat little piglets?
Please tell me, Mr. Wizard, whether you called yourself Oz after this great country, or whether you believe my country is called Oz after you.
"Yes, why should we?" said Mr. Speed.
"Never mind, my little fellows," said Mr. Lincoln "I will put you in your own cozy little bed."
But Mr. Lincoln could climb.
"Do you remember those birds?" said Mr. Speed.
"Hello, Abraham!" said Mr. Hardin.
"Oh, Edward, there is Mr. Harris!" whispered the little girl.
They were glad to see Mr. Harris, for he was the minister.
Just behind the schoolhouse was Mr. Finney's barn.
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.