bobby

When he tried the knocker, a bobby came along and stopped him.

It's a hundred years since I saw you, Bobby, and at least a million since I saw your friend.

There was a special reason why Bobby felt relieved to get to U.

Bobby was not looking into the glass, but into her beautiful face.

In a quiet, unobtrusive way Bobby was rather proud of himself.

Thayer responded, seizing Bobby's hand in his own firm clasp.

Bobby had seen the memoranda for the supper, and had advised her in regard to some of the details.

"I'll ask Lee, when he gets over his funeral," Bobby suggested.

"She Mrs. Lorimer looks very natural," Bobby replied gravely.

"Beatrix had nothing to do with that," Bobby blazed forth angrily.