Dolly, he said, was too tired after her journey to do more than send a friendly greeting to them.
I am got above minding my brother, cousin Dolly:—he is but my brother.
You haven't any political secrets that Dolly wants to get at, have you?
Thank you, Boy, for not letting them squirt water on my dolly's clean dress.
And here he exchanged a grin with Hugh, who removed his eyes from Dolly for the purpose.
At length Dolly took courage, shot past him, and hurried on.
Dolly darted off, and fairly ran into Joe Willet's open arms.
Dolly turned pale as death, and felt as if she must faint forthwith.
If you like to say Dolly began it, my dear, I shall not contradict you.
As he spoke, he laid upon the dressing-table, Dolly's lost epistle.