She lifted a tress on her forefinger and smoothed it against the sunlight.
The glory of the pipe, as Tress had suggested, lay in its carving.
The more I examined the pipe the more amazed I was at Tress's generosity.
I propose that we act on Tress's suggestion, and go and make inquiries of him.
Tress had filled the pipe, and handed it, with a lighted match, to Bob.