The don and the bluestocking have to live, so have the cowboy and the cook.
"Men do so hate a bluestocking," she said once pensively to her friend Emily.
Dear Bluestocking, you really are— murmured the Gentle Lady.
This was the most brilliant moment in the public career of our bluestocking.
I am not going to caricature a bluestocking, but to point out one or two real dangers.
If mine were Roman instead of retrouss, I would probably have been a bluestocking and respected by Mr. Ormsby.
"No, now that she has become a bluestocking she has finally renounced her former infatuations," he told himself.
Though a Bluestocking, her praise was usually generously bestowed; she knew well how to flatter.
This foible led an unusually energetic Boston bluestocking to refer to him in a caustic style on one occasion as “effeminate.”
A bluestocking and a sansculotte (not a very usual combination), she was also a woman of the very latest cry in frocks.
