There's not a word ever passed between us that ties me to your apron-strings.

One half sheet of the letter did not share the fate of the remainder, for Mrs. Corbett intercepted it and hastily hid it in her apron pocket.

Her skirt is black, her apron blue.

She wiped her moist chin with an apron-corner.

What I dreaded most was one of those miserable matrimonial misalliances where a young fellow who does not know himself as yet flings his magnificent future into the checked apron-lap of some fresh-faced, half-bred country-girl, no more fit to be mated with him than her father's horse to go in double harness with Flora Temple.

She had a long apron thing that fastened over the shoulders and with tucks at the edge, and a strip of white stuff up round her neckay, she looked well.

It is difficult to write stylistically a per-annum report of 1,327 curvatures of the spine, whereas the poor specific little vertebra of Mamie O'Grady, daughter to Lou, your laundress, whose alcoholic husband once invaded your very own basement and attempted to strangle her in the coal-bin, can instantly create an apron bazaar in the church vestry-rooms.

And forthwith the children began gathering into their little aprons wreaths of ground-pine, sprigs of holly, and twigs of crimson bitter- sweet.

Simultaneously the door of the smoking-room is thrown open, and a buxom young woman in cap and apron bounces in.

The fire has caught her apron-string; Her apron burns, her arms, her hair She burns all over everywhere.

She had taken up the poker and placed it standing against the bars so that it pointed up the chimney; and she was now using her apron fanwise as a bellows.