"You are trifling, Smithson," the owner of the store exclaimed, in high exasperation.
Mary regarded the owner of the store with grave questioning in her violet eyes.
Turning his head, he saw it was James Danby, an owner, sitting in his private box.
As eagerly as a boy their owner, Crane, came forward and saluted Allis.
"If he's an owner he'll probably be in the paddock," ...