ladies-in-waiting

The first day of Liberty, I was hanging around waiting for Ford to come in.

Sol laughed out of his whiskers, with a big, loose-rolling sound, and sat on the porch without waiting to be asked.

There were at least a dozen ladies seated round the big table at the Parsonage.

There were three young men and four young ladies, of whom three, including myself, were Americans.

We all rose to our feet, and he shook hands with everybody without waiting to be introduced.

At Felipe's cry, the women waiting in the hall hurried in, wailing aloud as their first glance showed them all was over.