I did not fancy Mr. Cripps; he was too—too something, I was not sure what.
Mrs. Cripps wished to know if Americans were a religious people, as a rule.
"If ever there was a sanctimonious hypocrite it's that Mrs. Cripps," she declared.
Mrs. Cripps married a cousin of my father's; he died and then she married Mr. Cripps.
Mr. Cripps called me his 'prodigal daughter,' and Mrs. Cripps prayed over me.
We walked on until we reached the Cripps home and entered the Cripps gate.
In answer to our inquiries she told us that Mr. Cripps was not in.
And Mrs. Cripps' mouth looked more like "a crack in a plate" than ever.
Mr. Cripps, will you be good enough to stand out of the way?
It is not worth while repeating what Mr. and Mrs. Cripps said.
