Might it not be possible?
Could not something be done?
The blood coursed more quickly through her veins, and she laid her hand on that of the crippled girl with a sudden impulse of protection and tenderness.
Pink Chirk looked up with a wondering smile.

"Why, Hildegarde," she said, "you look like the British warrior queen you told me about yesterday.

I was just thinking what a comfort it is to live now, instead of in those dreadful murdering times that the ballads tell of." "I _druther_ ha' lived then!" cried Bubble, from behind the chair.

"If I hed, I'd ha' got hold o' that Inverey feller.".