Clifford, and a gesture enjoining watchfulness on Phoebe, went to take her seat behind the counter.
It was now the young girl’s turn to be the nurse, — the guardian, the playmate, — or whatever is the fitter phrase, — of the gray-haired man.
Clifford, and a gesture enjoining watchfulness on Phoebe, went to take her seat behind the counter.
It was now the young girl’s turn to be the nurse, — the guardian, the playmate, — or whatever is the fitter phrase, — of the gray-haired man.