The Dutch polder are not flatter or greener than are these intervening meadows.
Polder's intense countenance was sombre, his brow corrugated.
All this failed to detract from his initial dislike of young Polder.
"We think they're elegant," Mrs. Polder's voice broke in on his revery.
Howat Penny was acutely uncomfortable, and Polder scowled at his plate.
He recognized ...