Miss Avice won't be down, sir, and I'm to fetch her up a pot of coffee, sir.
And oh, sir,” added Stephen, “may we crave a drop of water for our dog?
The poor dog heard the tumult, and leapt to your aid, sir, and we made after him.
Birkenholt, sir,” answered Ambrose, “but our uncle is Harry Randall.
"Good-morning, sir," said Robert, removing his hat on entering.