Then let Mitty, with his usual golden touch, note that the owners have their points, too!
She was older than Mitty and Mrs. Alcock, and Mrs. Evans of the shop, and quite different, very awful to look upon.
Mitty was just the right sort of a Mitty for a little frontier girl.
Mitty took him to the door, opened it, and pushed him gently in.
Nan glanced at Mitty and the washerwoman who were eating their breakfast.
We must do something, girls, and look 'how it do rain,' as Mitty would say.
Miss Mitty raised her eyes to mine, and Miss Matoaca did likewise.
"She gwine speak loudah an' quickah nex' time," said Unc' Landy, shaking his hoe-handle at Mitty.
It was all chronicled on Mitty's faithful heart, but nowhere else.
How to keep Mitty in comfort seemed of far greater importance to-day—how to provide a home for her with a little kitchen in it.
"adventurous daydreamer," 1950, from title character in "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty," short story by U.S. author James Thurber (1894-1961) first published in the "New Yorker" March 18, 1939.