There's one room we used to call 'the Nursery' sometimes just for a joke--not often.

I choked up one day when I said it and Mary Jane burst out crying.

I could do with six." He was stout about the waist but his small blue eyes sparkled in his red face and Henrietta's slimness unromantically but practically approved of him.
One evening Dowie came into the little parlour to find her sitting upon his knee and he restrained her when she tried to rise hastily.
"Don't get up, Hetty," he said.

"Your Aunt Sarah Ann'll understand.
We've had a talk and she's a sensible woman.

She says she'll marry me, Mrs.Dowson--as soon as it's right and proper." "Yes, we've had a talk," Dowie replied in her nice steady voice.