ladies

Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs.

I asked her to go into the ladies’ waiting room, but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside.

Matthew was not used to deciding on the tints of ladies’ tresses, but in this case there couldn’t be much doubt.

Let me introduce you two ladies.