"Well, go on," interposed the youngest and quietest of the group.
Little Dorrit seemed the least, the quietest, and weakest of Heaven's creatures.
It was the simplest and quietest wedding,—at home, on an August morning.
He had the quietest way of speakin', anyhow, and his voice was a lovely tenor.
It never was safe, even in the quietest times, to be flippant with Crossan.