Mystified but hopeful, Tom, Bud, and phyl did their best to entertain the guests.
phyl had inherited something of this restless and daring spirit.
Sure that Miss Pinckney would not come down again, phyl rose and crossed the garden towards the gate.
Hennessey was dumb, and as for phyl, she knew now that she hated this man.
As usual, phyl had insisted on being left out of the report.
No,” said phyl, “you can call me anything you like, I suppose.
phyl thought of Mr. Hennessy sitting in his gloomy office in gloomy Dublin.
phyl caught her breath back when she read this and her eyes filled with tears.
phyl did not hesitate nor turn her head away, though her cheeks were burning.
He had come to meet her, and as they shook hands, phyl laughed.