bardie

Much the better chance was left me of disposing Bardie somewhere, where she might be comfortable.

Bardie had found this out already; as quickly as she found out my goodness, even by the moonlight.

Bardie dropped her eyes under my beard, and Bunny crept closer behind my leg.

Bardie, on the other hand, was ready to boil over with delight and liveliness, flashing about like a little dab-chick.

She was bearing towards Pool Tavan, as poor Bardie's boat had done, but without the summer glory and the golden wealth of waves.