"I'd loike to ha' th' first yammer at him," he had said, savagely.
Mrs. Yammer crossed her hands languidly upon her lap and sighed.
If Miss Ross is no feared for her teeth, sighed Mrs. Yammer.
At the memory of Yammer's words, Parker twisted uncomfortably.
It was as if Yammer's face showed in the water into which he thrust the paddle.
To call this little person Mrs. ...