Once she had humorously lamented that she had never been to Simpson's restaurant in the Strand.
There are moments when virtue and wisdom fail us, and one of them came to her at Simpson's in the Strand.
When, however, another morning had come, and I found that beyond the arrest of young Fitzroy
Simpson nothing had been done, I felt that it was time for me to take action.
I am in the Sixth Reader but just because I cannot say the seven multiplication Table Miss Dearborn threttens to put me in the baby primer class with Elijah and Elisha
Simpson little twins.
Simpson (for it was the leg), after a very discontented sort of a pause.
"That's a comfort,
Simpson. We have no visitors to deal with now, except the visitors who are staying in the house?"
The captain looked at
Simpson, who sheepishly admitted the truth of the allegation, then he stepped over to the ape as though to discover for himself the sort of temper the beast possessed, but it was noticeable that he kept his revolver cocked and leveled as he did so.
As they went on together the loud private called out after them: "Put 'im t' sleep in my blanket,
Simpson. An'--hol' on a minnit--here's my canteen.
And at the same time were arrested all socialist Congressmen in Washington, including the unfortunate
Simpson, who lay ill with typhoid fever in his hotel.
"
Simpson! Trotter!" the mistress of the house cried in great wrath.
Simpson, you know, and yet if you do but meet him of a morning, he is not fit to be seen.-- I suppose your brother was quite a beau, Miss Dashwood, before he married, as he was so rich?"
They have not even a cathedral, with eleven tons of solid silver archbishops in the back room; and they do not show you any moldy buildings that are seven thousand years old; nor any smoke-dried old fire-screens which are chef d'oeuvres of Reubens or
Simpson, or Titian or Ferguson, or any of those parties; and they haven't any bottled fragments of saints, and not even a nail from the true cross.