He has a log cabin in Upton Wood, a forest just east of Oakdale.
To him I owe the beautiful set of fox furs, you have so often admired.
He had the skins dressed for me, and Mother sent them to a furrier's in New York and had them made into a muff and scarf for me.

I have known him since I was a little girl." "Lucky you," commented Elfreda.

"There, I've finished my packages.

I'm going out to buy cakes.

You have worked nobly.