"Why, George," she chided.

"What's your hurry?
Why don't you brush up and wait on Miss Bates first ?" "Oh, if she is going to be one of the family," he said, "she will have to learn to get on without much polly-foxing.

Grub is to eat.

We can all reach at a table of this size." Kate looked at George Holt with a searching glance.

Surely he was almost thirty, of average height, appeared strong, and as if he might have a forceful brain; but he was loosely jointed and there was a trace of domineering selfishness on his face that was repulsive to her.