Samuel, previous to this, had moved to a place called marrowbone, Daviess county.
You tell Mrs. Prichard all about Mrs. marrowbone and the bull in the duckpond.
Nay, more: you are to do with it even as a dog with a marrowbone.
But Dave was embarrassed, and she took his embarrassment for reluctance to grant her the same status as old Mrs. marrowbone.
Old Mrs. marrowbone's hair was the only point he could seize on.
This day also Mrs. Jemimah went to marrowbone, so I could not see her.
Uncle Mo had spoken at a guess of Mrs. marrowbone's age, of which he knew nothing.
Of course he couldn't be her grandson, if he was already Mrs. marrowbone's.