Ingham-Baker

Beneath his feet, in her dainty cabin, Agatha Ingham-Baker saw that dawn also.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

Mrs. Ingham-Baker glanced at Agatha, and returned somewhat hastily to her galantine of veal.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

Again it was the possibility of something good and something strong that lurked hidden behind the worldliness of Agatha Ingham-Baker, and Luke FitzHenry, of all men, alone had the power of bringing that possibility to the surface.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

He utterly failed to observe Agatha Ingham-Baker, dainty and fresh in blue serge and a pert sailor hat.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

Mrs. Ingham-Baker wisely sent her daughter to the worldly school.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

In the other room Mrs. Ingham-Baker slumbered still.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

Mrs. Ingham-Baker appeared to slumber, but her friend and hostess suspected her of listening.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

Ingham-Baker knew that she had her own life to shape, with only such blundering, well-meant assistance as her mother could give her.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

"What a dear boy he is!" ejaculated Mrs. Ingham-Baker almost before the door was closed.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882

"Did she say anything more about Fitz?" she asked suddenly, with an obvious change of the subject which Mrs. Ingham-Baker did not attempt to understand.

The Grey Lady Henry Seton Merriman 1882