Did he love Mrs. Barnett?
Even Mrs. Reynolds pitched in with some stuffed animals - a giraffe and horse.
If I could use your phone, Mrs. Giddon, I'll see if I can find someone to come get me.
As if she hadn't been a burden in enough ways, now she had Mrs. Giddon upset with him.
Mrs. Giddon glanced at Yancey.
Mrs. Giddon is so nice, and Tammy is adorable.
Mrs. Marsh smiled at Adrienne.
He held her chair as she took a seat and then sat quietly as Mrs. Marsh said grace.
Among Mrs. Marsh's attributes was mind reading.
Mrs. Marsh looked startled.
The lady at the wheel reminded Adrienne of Mrs. Marsh.
Unable to locate him, Cassie had finally agreed to leave the twins with Mr. & Mrs. Hertz, their neighbors.
Mrs. Hertz was always talking about a nephew.
The only way he could have known was by asking Mrs. Hertz.
Claudette has no reason to be concerned about Mrs. Cade's furniture.
"Mrs. Lander," she began in a cordial tone.
The newly christened Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Gustefson were finally merged into one apartment and blissfully drifting back to a day to day routine.
I didn't know, but it bothered me immeasurably. qqq I'm sure we all felt we were on some ludicrous death watch with Mrs. Abbott holding our future hostage with her tenuous cling to life.
I've got to go; here talk to Mrs. Samuels.
I didn't bother to talk to Mrs. Samuels.
We're trying to get a fix on Mrs. Gustefson's cell phone.
Mrs. Lincoln, the Deans' cat, strolled into the room and rubbed the young girl's leg as if to ask what was the problem.
She closed the door to her room with Mrs. Lincoln still nestled in her arms.
The Deans were on their way to their quarters in the rear of Bird Song when Fred O'Connor returned, fresh from an evening with Mrs. Worthington.
And he lets Mrs. Lincoln lick it afterwards.
My friend Mrs. Worthington saw it.
She boiled it, and boiled it, As long as she was able; Then Mrs. Finney took it, And put it on the table.
"The poor, dear child!" said Mrs. Jacquot.
"You want your mother, don't you?" said Mrs. Jacquot.
"You must tell us who your mother is," said Mrs. Jacquot.
Before Mrs. Jacquot could open it, some one called out, "Is this the house of Jacquot, the charcoal man?"
Just before the Perkins Institution closed for the summer, it was arranged that my teacher and I should spend our vacation at Brewster, on Cape Cod, with our dear friend, Mrs. Hopkins.
In 1890 Mrs. Lamson, who had been one of Laura Bridgman's teachers, and who had just returned from a visit to Norway and Sweden, came to see me, and told me of Ragnhild Kaata, a deaf and blind girl in Norway who had actually been taught to speak.
Mrs. Lamson had scarcely finished telling me about this girl's success before I was on fire with eagerness.
Mrs. Hopkins was unable to find her copy; but she has told me that at that time, while Miss Sullivan was away on a vacation, she tried to amuse me by reading from various books, and although she could not remember reading "The Frost Fairies" any more than I, yet she felt sure that "Birdie and His Friends" was one of them.
A few friends to whom she is accustomed, like Mrs. A. C. Pratt, and Mr. J. E. Chamberlin, can pass a whole day with her and tell her everything without the manual alphabet.
Mrs. C. came to the door and asked me to view it from the inside.
They were Penn, Howard, and Mrs. Fry.