Allegra

The limping Allegra would have been easy prey—and could still be, even with tug-boat escorts.

So this is the end of our week of feverish activity; and both Sophie and Allegra are, after all, to be institution children.

This photograph might have been a portrait of Allegra grown five years older.

But when Denny is dead, talk over with Allegra, in her prison, the story of his death—it may divert you both!

My daughter Allegra was well too, and is growing pretty; her hair is growing darker, and her eyes are blue.

Passing through the hall, he saw the little Allegra, who had just returned from a walk.