The frump kind of glared down the deserted vista of the fine old hall and shrugged her shoulders.
No one ever regained my favour by making a frump of herself.
Mrs. frump's pleasant little eyes shone with unnatural anger, and there was a presage of wrathful words in her quivering lips.
Billings waved his hand to the frump as he mounted the stairway inside.
Mrs. frump, still resting on her husband's shoulder, sobbed a little, and clung closer about him.
And this was the frump's father, and it was for him she was scheming to make a home!
"Some specimens that Mr. Billings gathered—plants and foliage; he left them in the car," jerked the frump.
"And metathorax," chimed in the frump, her head close to his.
It would be her fate, her discipline, her cross, to have a frump brought hideously home to her.
Mrs. frump made her sentences short, to accommodate her breath.
A dowdy woman: that floppy-looking frump he left you for (1817+)