Amory

Punch was named publisher and as his first act fired Amory Bradford.

Her ton is far better than that of the little pert Miss Amory, who is dancing opposite to her.

In this way the artless youth prattled on; and Miss Amory listened to him with inexhaustible good humor.

Miss Amory was a thin woman with a strong-featured countenance and deep-set, observing eyes.

Miss Amory looked rather like some alert old hawk, less predatory by instinct than those of his species usually are.

“Take off your bonnet and go and have your dinner, and stay now,” answered Miss Amory.