"They're robbers, all of them, at that shop," commented Beppa, Agreeingly.
"The Front Yard"
Constance Fenimore Woolson
Our pretty girl had been all over the shop now, glanced into bathroom, closet and cupboard, noted abandoned hats, clothing and shoes, the electric plate where Clayte got his breakfast coffee and toast, asked without much interest where he ate his other meals, and nodded Agreeingly when she found that he'd been only an occasional customer at the neighboring restaurants, never regular, apparently eating here and there down-town.
"The Million-Dollar Suitcase"
Alice MacGowan Perry Newberry