Puckers

"Puckers and I took a 'constitutional,'" answered Miss Bruce unblushingly.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

Puckers, with her mouth full of pins, is rearranging the dress of

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

The well-tutored Puckers, dressed in faded splendour, and holding a brown-paper parcel in her hand, was waiting for her young lady at the corner of the Square.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

Stanmore, who rushes into the tiring-room, drops a flurried little bow, and hurries Puckers off into a corner, totally regardless of the displeasure with which a calm, cold-looking chaperon regards this unusual proceeding.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

Puckers, I say, marvelled at these not at all, but she did marvel, and admitted it, when Miss Bruce, entering the tea-room, was seen to be attended, not by Mr. Stanmore, but by Lord Bearwarden.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

Puckers did not answer, and a faint rustle in the adjoining room, which had called forth Miss Bruce's question, ceased the instant she spoke aloud.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

Puckers, who, in the housekeeper's room, had discussed the affairs of the family almost hourly ever since that sorrowful event, considered that it must have left his daughter in the possession of untold wealth, and that "the young man from town," as she designated Tom Ryfe, was sent down expressly to afford the heiress an estimate of her possessions.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

Puckers had disposed about her person as much ribbon, tulle, and cheap jewelry as might have fitted out a fancy fair.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

Puckers, therefore, who thus disturbed her mistress's reflections, unless that handmaiden had come down the chimney, or in at the window.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849

Puckers, or Miss Puckers, as she liked to be called below-stairs, was a little puzzled by her young mistress's abstraction, while she brushed out Maud's wealth of raven hair for the night.

M. or N. "Similia similibus curantur." G.J. Whyte-Melville 1849