The matronly woman cared for the sick orphan.

Van Corlear […][stopped] occasionally in the villages to eat pumpkin pies, dance at country frolics, and bundle with the Yankee lasses.

Or, in the case of some of my dad's punters, there to deprive the wife and kids of any extra by putting it on an each-way bet on the 3 o'clock at Redcar.

The promenade was filled with Philadelphians of all color and kind.