Edith Sentence Examples

Josh the cad got sweet young Edith pregnant and skipped.

Or, sweet Edith wasn't so sweet and bashed Josh's head in and left him in the mine.

Did you do any more checking on Ed and Edith Plotke— the people from the 1961 newspaper—and missing Josh the miner?

Dean pulled out the photocopies of the old newspaper ads requesting information on Josh published first by Edith Plotke and later by her father.

Was he involved with Edith Plotke?

Josh and my mother were involved—she was Edith Plotke.

Besides, I'd heard the story in general from my mother all my life—not about Paul's involvement, but Josh the randy miner and teenage Edith.

Before leaving, Jennifer Radisson explained that Josh had learned of Edith's new address in California—perhaps through some common friend—and had written his teenage sweetheart.

He claimed that he had left Ouray "for business reasons" and had no idea Edith was pregnant.

Edith Shipton appeared, as Cynthia had described, to be more nervous than a fifth-grader on speech day.

Cynthia introduced her as Mrs. Edith Jones, drawing a slight smile but no offered hand.

Please, just call me Edith.

Edith Shipton looked concerned.

There was no further sign of either Edith Shipton or the boy.

He was talking to Edith Shipton who was nodding and biting her fingernails, when she wasn't wringing her hands.

I was telling Mrs. Edith about these here letters and how the two ladies from Boston will be coming to Bird Song.

Edith smiled, and in Dean's judgment feigned interest, but she made no further move to leave the room.

Miss Worthington's a big mucky-muck in the historical society, he said, for Edith Shipton's benefit.

As he rose to answer it, he couldn't help noticing Edith Shipton's alarmed reaction to the ring.

Edith Shipton took the garment and held it against herself.

For the first time since she'd arrived, Edith Shipton had a peaceful look on her face.

Edith smiled but shook her head.

Edith ignored him and sat back on the sofa, the dress still spread in front of her.

Edith began to unpile the rest of the clothes, half-slips, long drawers and top coverings that Dean assumed were forerunners of bras.

There were a dozen articles of clothing in all and Edith examined each carefully.

Edith looked once more at her son and then picked up the garment and the comb.

However, she said nothing in deference to Edith Shipton's son who remained engrossed with his puzzle.

Cynthia took Edith's place on the sofa and began folding the ancient underwear.

They all looked up as Edith Shipton tentatively entered the room, dressed in Annie Quincy's antique dress.

Edith stood there, neither following her son, nor making any move to enter further into the room.

Edith hesitated, as if embarrassed but then sat next to Cynthia Dean, adjusting the dress behind her.

The answer seemed to please Edith Shipton and she appeared to relax.

Edith shook her head no, much to Dean's relief.

Edith looked up at the ceiling once more but in a few moments there was only silence.

Cynthia took the opportunity to push Edith a bit further.

Edith seemed to slump down in her seat.

Edith looked up, rubbed a sleeve across her eyes to dry them, then brushed her hands down the white dress, smoothing the fabric against her legs.

Edith closed her eyes as tears seeped down her cheeks but she wouldn't answer.

Edith kept shaking her head 'no' as he spoke.

Edith allowed herself to be led back to her seat.

Cynthia gently prodded the woman until Edith Shipton began to relate her story, speaking in almost a monotone.

Cynthia asked as Edith paused in her narration.

Edith began to cry, but once again wouldn't answer.

Rocking back and forth, head bowed, Edith began to touch herself, her cheek, her arms, her body, again and again, as if indicating where she had been struck but unable to utter the painful words.

Cynthia gave their guest a hug and retreated down the hall to the Dean's quarters while Edith climbed the stairs.

As he answered the late night call, he glanced up the staircase to see Edith in the hall above, a specter in her antique dress, a look of alarm on her face.

Dean answered affirmatively and smiled up at Edith Shipton, giving an all-is-well wave.

We don't have an Edith Shipton registered here.

Our guest registered as Edith Jones.

I told him we didn't have an Edith Shipton registered here.

Perhaps it will give Edith enough time to go to the authorities and force him to stay away.

Edith said she was leaving in the morning.

Edith Shipton's rental car, blanketed in six inches of fresh snow, remained out front.

Dean tried to minimize Edith's story but Fred pressed them until Cynthia related, in broad detail, all Edith had told them.

Edith was as nervous as the prior evening, glancing across the hall at her son, as if danger lurked in every corner of Bird Song.

Dean hadn't had time for a discussion with Cynthia about whether or not to tell Edith Shipton of the inquiry about her staying at Bird Song.

He summarized his conversation with Edith Shipton, adding his opinion.

Edith Shipton sat nearby, long finished with her meal, oblivious to Gladys' tales.

I told a man on the phone, who didn't identify himself, that Edith Shipton wasn't registered at Bird Song.

She registered as Mrs. Edith Jones.

Edith drove off in her rental car, without a word.

That was Edith Shipton!

While he wanted to avoid further involvement in Edith Shipton's troubled world, he felt proud of his wife inherent sense of compassion toward anyone in trouble.

Just as they had reversed their direction, Edith Shipton passed them, driving down the mountain, not speeding but too fast by Dean's conservative standards.

The next opportunity proved to be the same jeep road cut off where they'd first seen Edith speaking with the man in the second car, which was now nowhere in sight.

Donnie's mother Edith still hadn't returned and the boy was beginning to look worried, glancing frequently toward the door.

As Dean and his young passenger neared Bird Song, Edith Shipton drove up the street, parked, and entered the inn ahead of them.

When Dean told his wife about the bearded man who seemed to be following Edith Shipton, Cynthia just shook her head.

Edith didn't say a word to me when she came in, just whispered something to Donnie and was up the stairs.

Whoever the guy in the Blazer was, he gave Edith the look-see when he drove past Bird Song.

Edith Shipton had come down the stairs and was standing under the archway.

Edith pirouetted, as she had the last evening.

Dean caught the look on Fred's face as Edith handed the items to Claire.

Before he could answer, Edith replied, sheepishly.

Dean hoped Edith would tell the old witch where to stuff it, but instead she looked as if she had just won an auction bid for a coronation gown.

Just then, Edith returned to the room, holding out three crisp one hundred dollar bills, which she thrust toward Claire who reached out and snatched them, without so much as a thank-you, stuffing them in her purse.

There was a hint of recognition on the man's face as he glanced over Dean's shoulder at Edith Shipton who had just emerged from the parlor.

Cynthia was still on the phone so after Dean introduced himself he completed the paperwork, without comment or acknowledgment that he knew Ryland's relationship to Bird Song's other guest Edith Shipton and her son.

When Dean answered it, Edith Shipton stood there, still clad in the white dress, that she now owned.

Edith entered, but only a step.

Dean and Fred pretended, without success, to not have heard what Edith was saying while she blushed.

Edith Shipton gave a half smile and left.

Edith's managed to slip out and meet me a half dozen times over the years, but that's it.

He treats Edith like a piece of the furniture—bangs her around too, I guess.

Anyway, the boy is scared to death of Jerome, according to Edith.

He traced Edith's charge slip.

Now that Edith has left her husband, where does that put you?

That's the way a left-handed person pours and Edith is the only lefty at Bird Song.

While Cynthia began serving breakfast, Edith Shipton emerged, looking as if she'd had little sleep.

Edith Shipton looked up in shock, mouth agape.

Edith sniffed once, lowered her head, and continued to eat, as if ignoring what had happened might make the pain disappear.

Donnie's entrance seemed to brighten Edith's morning as she clucked over him, cautioning him about the perils of his undertaking in a dozen different ways, all the while ignoring father Donald who'd fled from her bed the night before.

Weller said Shipton knows where Edith is staying.

The sheriff talked to Edith, too.

Edith just withdrew and wouldn't even answer him.

Across the hall were Effie and Claire, with Edith and her son in the rear bedroom.

Edith passed by, dressed in civies, her beloved white dress temporarily put aside.

It probably was Edith Shipton in her white dress.

Just then, Edith Shipton came down the stairs.

Edith Shipton's jaw dropped and a panicked look spread across her white face.

With Fred's help, and two of the returning guests, the group revived Edith.

After Cynthia came out and administered a cold face cloth, Edith seemed somewhat better, enough to decline medical attention, though she remained disoriented even after reaching Ryland's small quarters.

A batch of muffins burned in the process but things began to return to normal after Ryland indicated Edith was feeling better and had apologized for her actions.

He told Cynthia about Effie's apparition, then added, "I'm sure it was poor Edith Shipton strolling around the place."

Edith, Effie, Claire and Gladys remained in their rooms.

Edith is going with us, and so is Donnie.

There was still no sign of Edith.

Edith still hadn't spoken, but clung to Donnie's hand.

Edith shut her eyes and Dean thought for a moment she might once again faint.

Cynthia, while not as apprehensive as Edith had been, was obviously uncomfortable watching the climbers, especially from atop their precarious positions.

He's a good looking guy, wealthy, by the sound of it, and frankly, Edith isn't the catch of the day.

His ego just can't stand the fact that it was Edith who took the hike and not him.

The only person who can keep him away is Edith herself and it doesn't look to me as if she has the sense to do so.

The Deans joined the ice climbers and others in the living room for afternoon snacks and chatter just as Edith Shipton descended the stairs.

Edith Shipton, all abeam, took the Deans aside to tell them how thrilled she was with her son Donnie's blossoming relationship with his father.

It was as if Edith didn't hear a word that was said.

Edith doesn't have a clue about life.

Cynthia directed her to the kitchen just as Edith called to them from the top of the stairs.

Edith tried to close her door but Fred deftly slipped his foot in the way.

He spoke to the sheriff at home, but, as he suspected, Weller could do nothing without Edith's referral.

A hundred years ago, Edith might have joined Annie, smiling her nights away at the Red Hat Saloon.

Edith Shipton moved down the hall, causing Dean to think her destination was his and Cynthia's quarters but she stopped in front the small room occupied by Donald Ryland.

A moment's hesitation, a quick hand on the door knob, and Edith Shipton disappeared into the bedroom of her long ago lover.

But Edith's Annie was a minister's wife, not a common prostitute.

Dean took a deep breath, half expecting Ryland to demand that Edith leave, but there was only silence.

I don't like this business with Edith and Donald Ryland.

I told Edith we had no future together.

Then he added, "God knows where Edith will go after it's over."

Was Edith's vivid imagination working overtime or had Jerome Shipton managed to slip by Janet O'Brien and invade his wife's room?

Edith is still married to me, even if she sees fit to sleep....

There was a noise on the stairs and they all turned to see Edith descending.

Edith at first looked shocked, but almost at once, her face melted to a resigned look—a condemned maiden mounting the guillotine steps, Joan of Arc as the match ignited her pyre.

When Dean looked up to where Edith Shipton had stood, she had retreated up the stairs.

Neither Gladys nor Edith emerged from their quarters.

All of the guests, excepting Gladys and Edith, had vacated the inn by the time the Deans finished the morning chores.

I'm not sure Edith Shipton ever has enjoyed that much.

Ryland raised his feet for Cynthia to clean beneath him and said, "Edith's gone back to her husband."

Except I'm sensing he comes as part of a package deal with Edith and quite frankly, she scares the shit out of me.

Somehow, I can't see my fiancée Franny relating very well to Edith Shipton.

How can Edith be so stupid to as go back to him after all he's done to her?

I've been a bundle of nerves since Edith Shipton first showed up on our doorstep.

Edith stared straight ahead, looking as zonked as Gladys was well on her way to becoming.

The look on Edith's face said she was off visiting the planet Zzz.

Edith and I need privacy.

And I've confided to poor Edith a little about Annie.

The five of us sat together at the restaurant this evening and after Edith and I went to the ladies room, we came back to find Claire livid and Mr. Shipton laughing.

As it tolled its final gong, Edith Shipton appeared, in her late night attire— the Annie Quincy white dress—her hair loosened about her shoulders.

Edith hesitated, as if pondering her answer.

Dean wanted to question Edith further but she rose, with Effie following, her arm on Edith's elbow and the pair returned upstairs.

Foolish Edith, Dean thought as he returned to his room.

Edith Shipton remained unaccounted for, and unmentioned.

Edith emerged, dressed for the great outdoors, ready to accompany her man on his macho adventures.

There was no sign of Edith.

They took Edith along, too.

Edith claims she never got further than the road next to the bridge.

I made this here list of everyone I figured who could have done it, and Edith Shipton is right on top.

Dean let Fred follow along, list in hand, as he poked into Edith's room, which Jerome had recently shared.

A half-burned candle sat in a dish on the bureau, perhaps signs of Edith's fascination with the last century.

Two unmarked State cars were parked in front of Bird Song, along with, to Dean's surprise, Edith's rental car and Donald Ryland's Explorer.

When I heard someone killed Shipton, I was sure it was Edith, but the cops aren't even looking at her.

Edith Shipton was standing by the fireplace, sobbing, Ryland was ready to swing on Fitzgerald, Claire Quincy was protesting something in the corner while Effie just looked bewildered.

Look, Edith Shipton had just poured her heart out to my wife and me that she had run away from an abusive husband and was hiding.

Most of Bird Song's other guests remained, as requested, in their own rooms but Ryland hung around the kitchen, sharing a snack of take-out pizza with Donnie while Edith sat nearby, wringing her hands and looking petrified.

He hadn't spoken to Edith Shipton since her husband's accident and felt, as the host of Bird Song, he owed the woman some sort of condolence.

That ought to make Edith Shipton dead last by Dean's calculation.

While I'm not disagreeing with you that Edith looks like the best candidate, in my mind she's still the flavor of the month at the fruitcake sale.

My guess is someone did a bit of planning for Jerome Shipton's big fall, and Edith hasn't demonstrated any real talent for long-range thinking.

In my mind, that speaks of organizing, not the kind of behavior Edith Shipton has demonstrated.

Edith, up top, in spite of what I said.

Lord knows what Edith Shipton might say.

Besides, if they buy the fact Edith Shipton is nuts, maybe they don't feel they owe her the normal concern they'd give a sane spouse.

They've talked with Ryland, Gladys, Edith and even Janet.

Fred suggested the pair speak with Edith, Ryland and the others, but Dean pointed out the difficulty in doing so while Corday continued his interviews in the parlor.

My guess is any place Edith ain't is where you'll find Ryland for a while.

Edith is, as them English novels say, 'in seclusion'—probably plotting how to wrap up Donald and take him home.

He'd even have a shot at Gladys' and Edith's rooms.

That had to be Edith Shipton.

Corday talked to Edith for about ten minutes, then skedaddled.

Gladys and Edith are both upstairs, the Quincys are at the library and young Donnie and his dad are still out someplace.

His version of the accident was entirely different from the story Ryland said Edith told him.

I saw the copy Cynthia made for him in his and Edith's room.

Edith is a very manipulative woman.

Or, perhaps he wanted access to Edith's room.

When the two returned to Bird Song, Donnie met Martha at the stairs and tugged her up to his and Edith's second floor room.

The drowning happened right there in Pinkville, Virginia, not on some far off canoeing trip, like Edith said!

Both boys were swimming and Edith was watching them, or was supposed to be.

The paper didn't give a whole lot of details but the boys got in trouble and Edith saved the youngest one, Donnie.

He's the one who told me—not Edith, even though he claims that was what she told him.

The drowning in a pool could have been just as traumatic as Edith's version, especially if Donnie felt some responsibility for his stepbrother's death.

He woke with a start, to find Edith Shipton, with only her long blonde hair covering the body that was snuggling against him!

Edith, you have to leave!

You're being unfair to me, Edith.

Edith, there isn't an us.

You're not Annie Quincy—you're Edith Shipton.

It rang a second time before Dean released Edith's pinned arms and answered it.

His heart continued to race as he glanced over at Edith.

Edith moved her fingers lower and he tried to turn away.

Edith let out a sound of disgust, loud enough that clearly said she didn't care if Cynthia heard it or not.

Before he could respond, Edith laughed.

Now Edith was afraid.

Now that Cynthia knew, he didn't care who else found Edith Shipton in his room.

Edith scrambled from the bed as Dean turned on the light.

Edith had her back to Dean so he couldn't see the look she gave Claire but she passed her haughtily and was gone.

Dean leaped from his bed and charged up the stairs to Edith Shipton's room!

They were all gathered, either in Edith's room or nearby in the hall—Corday, Fitzgerald and a number of uniforms who seemed to come and go.

Even Sheriff Jake Weller was there, and the city police chief and, in various costumes of night-wear, Fred, the Quincy sisters and Gladys Turnbull who'd let out a banshee scream that woke everyone but poor Edith Shipton, who'd never wake again.

He moved closer to the center, where Edith had died.

The last thing he wanted now was for the police to interview his wife so soon after she'd hung up on him as he lay in bed with the now-dead Edith Shipton.

Dean tried to ignore Edith Shipton's body as he passed the temporary catafalque erected in his office.

Tell them that naked Edith Shipton came out of his room and moments later hanged herself.

Dean wondered if her throat was sore after her pre-dawn glass-breaking scream upon first seeing Edith Shipton's body slowly turning from the end of the sash.

The way I figure it, Edith took the knife the night when she first tried on the dress.

Is the handwriting definitely Edith Shipton's?

Dean knew in time, he'd get over the sudden death of Edith Shipton but he also knew the fact he failed to stop her from killing herself would remain with him forever.

What bothered Dean most was his misread of Edith Shipton.

Dean rose and began to leave the room, disgusted that Gladys Turnbull would trivialize Edith Shipton's death in fiction, even before the shattered woman was cold in the ground.

You might not have liked Edith Shipton, but her death is still a tragedy.

Cynthia telephoned while Edith was there and I tossed her out.

Dean thought about Claire Quincy standing on the top of the stairs, as Edith ascended, naked as the day she was born.

Edith Shipton commits suicide just like Annie Quincy did.

There are a lot of questions about Edith Shipton I can't answer, but they don't make any difference.

He filled Fred in on the details of Edith's visit and Cynthia's late night phone call and the abrupt end to the conversation.

Deep down, you still don't think Edith was the one who cut the line!

Neither mentioned the late night phone call during Edith's nocturnal visit nor Cynthia's sudden, unannounced return.

Edith Shipton is dead.

It was Edith who tried to kill her husband?

Dean explained how Annie Quincy too had ended her life, in a carbon copy fashion, with Edith mimicking the century-old life to its final extreme.

Edith Shipton was a very troubled woman, from the first time she stepped into Bird Song.

Then she added, "Did Edith wear her white dress when she came to...your bed?"

They were silent for a few moments before he asked, "If you were that close to where Shipton fell, you must have seen Edith."

When I came back down the trail, Edith was still standing at the bridge.

No. All it means is Edith didn't.

Edith Shipton was protecting the one person she truly loved, her son Donnie.

Dean didn't answer but remembered Edith insisting it wasn't Dean who'd cut her husband's line.

At least Edith Shipton was alive before she visited Bird Song.

Maybe he didn't stop Edith Shipton from taking her own life and maybe he couldn't have done so if he'd tried, but the bottom line scrawled in bold print said he stood idly by while it happened.

If Donnie didn't know that Annie hanged herself, how could Edith know?

Edith had to know about Annie's death—otherwise her carbon copy suicide is just too much of a coincidence.

Perhaps Edith transcribed the last few pages herself.

Maybe she read the pages and destroyed them, or someone else took them after Edith had seen them.

While the on premise death of Edith Shipton remained on their minds, it was sinking to a lower level of importance.

She confided it to her husband late one night, awakening him from his sleep as Edith Shipton had just awakened him but a week before.

He thought of Edith Shipton, impregnated by a man she hated and who seemed not to have wanted an intrusive fetus invading her life.

All of Edith Shipton's belongings were still packed in a closet at Bird Song.

Edith didn't have anything on but the white dress.

There wasn't anybody left in Edith Shipton's life for her to turn to.

They weren't in Edith's room either.

She was quick enough to toss in the underthings when she sold the dress to Edith that first night.

I was in that room real quick after Edith died.

It seems to me, that Edith had a very rapid mood change from flaunting her nakedness in front of Claire to...killing herself, practically minutes later.

Everything about Edith Shipton was strange—her moods—her personality—the fact that she lied so easily.

Edith Shipton was, first and foremost, a very manipulative and self-centered woman who had a love-hate relationship with every man she ever met.

The following weekend, two and a half weeks after Edith's death, Penny and Mick returned to bird Song for a couple of days of ice climbing, a further reminder of the ice park incident.

Me standing there half naked, Gladys screaming her fool head off, Edith's body hanging in the middle of the room....

Edith cut my rope but she didn't do a very good job, did she?

I spent two weeks of hell thinking I was a big part of why Edith died!

If the pen were Edith's, how, or why would Shipton have it?

The noise at the locked front door I heard when Edith was in my room wasn't Franny going out for a smoke as I'd assumed at the time.

All she was wearing was her underwear a little while later when she ran up the stairs when Edith's body was discovered.

Besides, he was back in Virginia when Edith died.

Edith's death wasn't murder.

If Shipton did kill Edith as you say, how did he get her to leave a suicide note?

Edith Shipton had attempted suicide once before, after her stepson drowned in her presence.

Besides, Edith had the pen in her possession so he lacked any opportunity to change it back to the color she used years earlier when she wrote the suicide note.

Edith was carrying it when she came into the room but he probably didn't want to take time to search for underwear.

I'd had a problem myself all along, not seeing Edith as being on the brink of suicide.

Edith's death was constantly on my mind, but I never for a minute considered anything but suicide.

I rushed up the stairs but when I arrived, Edith was stone dead.

Edith Shipton wasn't a saint either, nor do I think she was near as bewildered about life as she let on.

My guess is Edith left lots of little subtle clues around her house, letting hubby know where she was going.

Everything we knew about Edith Shipton came either from her directly or through Donald Ryland.

Aside from our personal observation that he was a first class son of a bitch, everything else about him came from Edith.

But we do know Edith did do some very calculated things.

We only have Edith's word.

There's no doubt he blamed Edith for his son's death.

Edith had cut the line and he fell, injuring himself.

Perhaps Edith wasn't involved at all.

Earlier I considered that, but when Edith was with me, she said she tried to kill her husband.

Blaming Edith fit nicely with his plans to kill her.

Here's where Edith's cleverness comes into play.

When Shipton looped the rope to descend, after he faked cutting it, Edith's cut was then positioned differently.

How could Edith be sure which rope he'd use?

I realize in most ways Edith isn't deserving of too much sympathy, but I still think of her as a tragic figure.

Like Annie, and Edith, if she really was pregnant.

He started to enter the first room, on the northwest corner, but Cynthia tugged him further down the hall until they reached Edith Shipton's room on the southeast corner.

There may be noted Durand's Marguerite de Valois et la tour de Francois Ier (1848); La Ferriere's Marguerite d'Angouleme (1891); Lotheissen's Konigin Margareta von Navarra (1885); Miss Edith Sichel's Women and Men of the French Renaissance (1901), and P. Courtault's Marguerite de Navarre (1904).

He married in 1878 Edith, the second daughter of Archbishop Tait, whose Life he eventually wrote (1891).

In 929 he married Edith, daughter of Edward the Elder, king of the English, and sister of the reigning sovereign ZEthelstan.

Those crowns were the personal crowns, worn by the different kings on various state occasions, but they were all crowned before the Commonwealth with the ancient crown of St Edward, and the queens consort with that of Queen Edith.

Queen Edith's crown had a plain circlet with, so far as can be determined, four crosses of pearls or gems on it, and a large cross patee rising from it in front, and arches of jewels or pearls terminating in a large pearl at the top. A valuation of these ancient crowns was made at the time of the Commonwealth prior to their destruction.

Queen Edith's crown was found to be only of silver-gilt, with counterfeit pearls, sapphires and other stones, FIG.

Later (in 1886) he married Edith Kermit Carow of New York City, and by this marriage had four sons and one daughter.

See Samuel Chapman Armstrong, a Biographical Study (New York, 1904), by his daughter, Edith Armstrong Talbot.

Her sister Edith married Robert Beale, afterwards the chief of Walsingham's henchmen.

He married again in 1892 Edith Sophy, daughter of Archibald Balfour, who, with a son and daughter, survived him.

See Edith Lyttelton, Alfred Lyttelton (London, 1917).

When he did in some measure find himself again, r, he gave to the world his charming Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863), and in 1865 his Household Poems. Among the latter is a poem entitled "The Children's Hour," which affords a glance into the home life of the widowed poet, who had been left with five children - two sons, Ernest and Charles, and three daughters, "Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair."

At the time of Edward the Confessor it was held by Queen Edith.

On the death of Edith, the widow of Edward the Confessor, to whom it belonged, William I.

No separate listing for Edith, but she was in the high school yearbook and graduated in 1960.

Did you do any more checking on Ed and Edith Plotke— the people from the 1961 newspaper—and missing Josh the miner?

Josh and my mother were involved—she was Edith Plotke.

Besides, I'd heard the story in general from my mother all my life—not about Paul's involvement, but Josh the randy miner and teenage Edith.

Before leaving, Jennifer Radisson explained that Josh had learned of Edith's new address in California—perhaps through some common friend—and had written his teenage sweetheart.

Letters trickled in over the years, but Edith's early assessment of Josh Mulligan as a miscreant proved to be correct.

Neither had mentioned, or even thought about Edith Shipton for the entire enjoyable afternoon.

Edith was dressed in a sweat suit, though the descriptive name appeared to be a misnomer in her case.

Donnie picked up a pair of long legged drawers and held them up with a smile but Edith snatched them away and shook her finger in a mock scold.

Donnie renewed his pantomime request for Edith to try on the dress.

Edith seemed confused, as if she wanted her son to accompany her but was hesitant to make a scene.

Ryland, twenty years old at the time, wanted to marry Edith but her irate parents forbade it.

By the time Dean finished shoveling, Edith Shipton was seated alone in the dining room eating her breakfast while Donnie and Fred were poring over the Annie Quincy letters and notebook in the parlor.

Instead, he sauntered into the dining room and sat next to Edith as she halved a muffin and in tiny motions spread it with butter and marmalade.

And a smart big city detective like you didn't guess maybe this was the Edith he was talking about?

The other guests were nowhere about—the children off playing hide and seek, Edith still closed in her room and Gladys dreaming of far off galaxies.

He treats Edith like a piece of the furniture—bangs her around too, I guess.

I'll bet he could do it too, as screwed up as Edith is right now.

Conversation on the trip up was limited to Ryland's enthusiastic appraisal of his son's abilities and skiing in general, with no mention of Edith Shipton and her problems.

I hope it was just Edith and not some malevolent spirit that scares away all the guests.