I have heard that they grow very fine ones in Holland.

Perhaps you have got some smuggled tulips, my dear." Mary did not condescend to answer, but said to herself, as she went to work again, "Tulips in August! That is like the rest of it.

However, I am not going to be put out, when I feel that I have not done a single bit of harm." And she tried to be happy with her flowers, but could not enter into them as before.
Mistress Anerley was as good as her word, at the very first opportunity.
Her husband returned from the clover-stack tired and hungry, and angry with a man who had taken too much beer, and ran at him with a pitchfork; angry also with his own son Willie for not being anywhere in the way to help.

He did not complain; and his wife knew at once that he ought to have done so, to obtain relief.

She perceived that her own discourse about their daughter was still on his mind, and would require working off before any more was said about it.