"I should suppose it would be a very good thing," said munt.
Mrs. munt did not often lose her temper, and when she did it was only to protect those whom she loved.
"I do understand," retorted Mrs. munt, with immense confidence.
"There always has been mud in Poole Harbour," said Mrs. munt, with a slight frown.
"That isn't exactly what people are saying to Mrs. Pasmer, Mrs. Brinkley," suggested munt, with his humorous manner.
Fraternal to the last, he left her for the quieter company of Mrs. munt.
Esprit de classe—if one may coin the phrase—was strong in Mrs. munt.
I've been talking with Mr. munt about them to-day, and he confirms all that Etta Saintsbury said.
Margaret grew depressed; she was anxious to settle on a house before they left town to pay their annual visit to Mrs. munt.
There never was anybody so nice as Mrs. munt—there never could be!