But if he could leave it on the door-step just while he's here I should be obliged to him." "But, dear aunt, couldn't I see him in the street ?" "Out in the street! No, my dear.

All the world is not to know that he's your brother; and he is dressed in such a rapscallion manner that the people would think you were talking to a house-breaker." Dorothy's face became again red as she heard this, and the angry words were very nearly spoken.

"The last time I saw him," continued Miss Stanbury, "he had on a short, rough jacket, with enormous buttons, and one of those flipperty-flopperty things on his head, that the butcher-boys wear.

And, oh, the smell of tobacco! As he had been up in London I suppose he thought Exeter was no better than a village, and he might do just as he pleased.

But he knew that if I'm particular about anything, it is about a gentleman's hat in the streets.