"She is one of the best friends I have in the world.

If I were to say the best out of my own family, perhaps I should not be wrong." "But she uses such very odd language for a woman," said Mrs.
Trevelyan.

Now Mrs.Crocket had certainly "dratted" and "darned" the boy, who wouldn't come as fast as she had wished, and had laughed at Mrs.Trevelyan very contemptuously, when that lady had suggested that the urchin, who was at last brought forth, might not be a safe charioteer down some of the hills.
"I suppose I'm used to it," said Priscilla.

"At any rate I know I like it.

And I like her." "I dare say she's a good sort of woman," said Mrs.Trevelyan, "only--" "I am not saying anything about her being a good woman now," said Priscilla, interrupting the other with some vehemence, "but only that she is my friend." "I liked her of all things," said Nora.