Mr. McFee, you see, has some excuse for being a good writer because he has never had to write for a living.
Mrs. McFee ruffled herself and cleared for action, but Mrs. Eppingwell shut her mouth with a look and developed a new attack.
Even when armed with Mr. McFee's autographed card, it was by no means easy.
And with these other treasures Tommy showed me a packet of letters from Mr. McFee.
His engineering work gave young McFee a powerful interest in the lives and thoughts of the working classes.
McFee might be let off the job by reason of his ambrosial letters.
Mr. Crabb scanned the headlines of the Sun, while McFee fastened his boots.
An explanation was forthcoming, somewhere, and Mrs. McFee was equal to it.