He telegraphed to his servant and spent that night in Rosedale Road.
Peter knew better what that was since the hour he had spent with her in Rosedale Road.
Certainly she had done nothing to the mistress of Rosedale to excite in her a desire to do her harm!
And I doubt if there were two happier persons in all Rosedale than they.
So she and her aunt walked out into the shady streets and lanes of Rosedale.
He was playing "Rosedale," and my husband was charmed with his rendering of the hero's part.
The mighty wave of devastation was rolling southward, and Rosedale was cut off from her approach, perhaps forever.
There is a third course, also, for the Toronto folk—Rosedale—which is well spoken of.
The handsomest place in the neighborhood of Elphinstone was "Rosedale," the family-seat of the Berkeleys.
I should like to know where the mistress of Rosedale is keeping herself?