O, Goodness! help me to unplan that plan, and to unpurpose that purpose!

… the three years immediately following the last period … were years so sickly that the births were sunk to 10, 229, and the burials raised to 15, 068.

Water was provided in throwaway plastic bottles, but the more ecologically minded of us refilled our initial bottles from the fountain.

Jinny had called on her way to church, and the missing end of the white feather, after being licked of its ticklesomeness, was now in her safe keeping.