With Rosies and Dickys help, she soon knew everybody by name.
And I really have never seen Delia except when Rosies had her in the carriage.
My mother says Rosies mother has never learned how to manage her.
Third, he did the same thing in Rosies house, in Arthurs and in Dickys.
But Maida found these exclamatives quite as expressive as Rosies hugs.
Of course, the boys preferred Arthurs carvings and the girls Rosies candy.
Rosies face softened with the same pity that had shone on the frightened little dog.
Ah, that choilds the limb, Granny would say, when Maida brought her some new tale of Rosies disobedience.
On the veranda Rosies mother rocked and worked placidly away at something in her lap.
One morning a grinning youngster with big blue eyes, like Rosies, handed me a note.