Mrs. Greenough was delighted to see me, and treated me like a son.
Is there any wrong, you dear Greenough, you would forgive where a woman is concerned?
Greenough could not make a good one; nor Crawford, nor Gibson.
Mrs. Greenough replied, "That is just what I was about to say, Sir," and went on with her testimony.
Mr. Greenough, having been employed upon the work for several years at Florence, completed it some months ago.
"I didn't think of taking a boy to board," said Mrs. Greenough.
Last evening visited Mrs. Greenough, wife of the celebrated sculptor.
"I shall be very glad to help you, Mrs. Greenough," I added.
Mr. Blake and Mr. Greenough think that he has exhausted the subject, and that his arguments cannot be controverted.
Mrs. Greenough's curiosity was excited, and I told her all I knew about my past history.