Rose gave Phebe some of her nice things, and it was very good of her.
"No, I don't, and I don't believe she does," Phebe answered recklessly.
"I will do anything in the world to help you," cried Phebe eagerly.
Phebe coughed to smother the sound, and then gave her friend a warning pinch.
Phebe placed a hand under the head of each, and looked at them for a long time in silence.
Phebe is naughty as she can be, and, worst of all, she is sly.
Let us see about the potato-masher; Phebe's found it, I declare.
Phebe had a genius for aiming her shafts which was far in advance of her years.
To Phebe, and to her alone, he was still a living man, unless sometimes Felicita thought of him.
There chanced to be no patients, but Phebe sat reading before the fire.