Some one who read these resolutions suggested the idea of their being a burlesque.

I repudiated the idea at once.

They will commend themselves to you, dear Aunty, I am sure, as honest and truthful.
The President called me to his room yesterday, and asked me about the treatment which I received from those Seniors.

While I was telling him of it, I noticed that he kept his handkerchief close to his face almost all the time.

I thought at first that his nose bled, or that he had a toothache; but I afterward believed that he was weeping at the story of my wrongs.