They had been happy, Ayah said, with the kind lady and her children.
Ayah might not be exactly beautiful, but she was harmonious.
Ayah and little Fay were in the nursery across the passage, where there was a fire.
Since the night of Ayah's departure there had not been such a scene.
To the right you may observe an Ayah spoiling some young Britons.
I do not see why you ...