Copperfield, my daughter Dora, and my daughter Dora's confidential friend!' It was, no doubt, Mr.
The speaker was not Dora. No; the confidential friend, Miss Murdstone!
There was nothing worth mentioning in the material world, but Dora Spenlow, to be astonished about.
Spenlow to me, 'to accept the office - if I may so describe it - of my daughter Dora's confidential friend.
Henceforth it would be hers no more; fifteen-year-old Dora was to inherit it when she had gone.
Davy and Dora, the Green Gables twins, whisked the babies off to the garden.
"You needn't be afraid to trust her with Dora," said Marilla.
"Marilla's putting Dora to bed," sobbed Davy, "and I'm crying
'cause Dora fell down the outside cellar steps, heels over head, and scraped all the skin off her nose, and -- "
"I ain't crying 'cause Dora fell down cellar," said Davy, cutting short Anne's wellmeant preachment with increasing bitterness.
the voice of the husband said: "Dora, I forbid you!
will, of course, act as she pleases; but I cannot allow you to do it, Dora."