You meet me in the shrubbery at home, talking over the private theatricals with my old playfellow, whom I knew when I was no taller than this parasol
. And that is a glaring impropriety, is it?
He heard a rustle of skirts against the box, and sat motionless, leaning on the parasol
handle with clasped hands, and letting the rustle come nearer without lifting his eyes.
He had taken her parasol
from her hands while he spoke to her, and he now lifted it and twirled it above him as he lay on his back.
'Is it not,' said Miss Monflathers, putting down her parasol
to take a severer view of the offender, 'a most remarkable thing, Miss Edwards, that you have an attachment to the lower classes which always draws you to their sides; or, rather, is it not a most extraordinary thing that all I say and do will not wean you from propensities which your original station in life have unhappily rendered habitual to you, you extremely vulgar-minded girl?'
She set down the bird-cage and poked the boy with her parasol
. Presently he woke up, rose to a sitting position and rubbed his eyes briskly.
Five-and-forty green parasols
, at seven and sixpence a-piece.
He looked steadily at her for a moment, but her parasol
had dropped a little upon his side and he could not see her face.
One small child was poking turtles with Amy's cherished parasol
, a second was eating gingerbread over Jo's best bonnet, and a third playing ball with her gloves.
Cobb solemnly, as he remounted his perch; and as the stage rumbled down the village street between the green maples, those who looked from their windows saw a little brown elf in buff calico sitting primly on the back seat holding a great bouquet tightly in one hand and a pink parasol
in the other.
This playful inquiry was accompanied with another poke, and another, and then the old lord caught the parasol
, and wouldn't give it up again, which induced the other lady to come to the rescue, and some very pretty sportiveness ensued.
'Was mine!' the bride repeats, and her parasol
breaks in her angry hand.
On a summer afternoon in the Castle gardens, I have seen six students march solemnly into the grounds, in single file, each carrying a bright Chinese parasol
and leading a prodigious dog by a string.