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Dame Marigold Chanticleer
nonsensical ideas and great practical gifts are sometimes found side by side,
sentimentality is a quality that rarely has the slightest influence on action.
the ridiculous gushing...
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when the old lady died she left her the school.
The Academy represented to the ladies of Lud all that they knew of romance. They remembered the jokes they had laughed at within its walls, the secrets they had exchanged walking up and down its pleached alleys, far more vividly than anything that had afterwards happened to them.
The ladies of Lud were never sentimental. It was as an old comic song that they remembered their school-days. Perhaps it is always with a touch of wistfulness that we remember old comic songs.
It was at any rate as near as the ladies of Lud could get to the...
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There were squills and ivy all over the Academy,
She was grotesque, too, in appearance,
Aunt Sally,
Haha Simile extended. Is “aunt sally” a scarecrow, or just a type of aunt? Question
Cf. The garden fair game: Aunt Sally is a traditional English game usually played in pub gardens and fairgrounds, in which players throw sticks or battens at a ball, known as a 'dolly', balanced on top of a stick; traditionally, a model of an old woman's head was sometimes used. ~ Wikipedia
poke-bonnets
the “Crabapple Blossoms.”
Prunella Chanticleer.
Penstemmon Fliperarde.
Ambrosine Pyepowders.
Viola Vigil.
Mother Tibbs,
tall, red-haired youth, with a white pointed face and very bright eyes.
“Professor Wisp,
her most cooing treacley voice,
Master Ambrose Honeysuckle
Dame Jessamine,
Moonlove,
The tune that never stops! Break the fiddle! Break the fiddle!
cut the strings. Cut the strings and let me out, I want the dark.”
The Senators were certainly not loved by the rabble.
eldritch shrieks