I went to bed about half past seven in the morning, got up around three, and three-thirty would find Helen and me trotting sedately up Myrtle Boulevard-a sight to which the latter had become so hardened that not a verandah fluttered as we passed by.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
We escaped for a few moments for a cigarette in the sun-parlour, a portion of the verandah enclosed with glass in the winter time.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
It was late in the afternoon when Miss Brock and I carried Helen from the carriage to a long chair on the verandah and propped her up with pillows.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford