I had ridden and camped with Mr. Struthers a few days since in the up country, while on the way to “the galloping Sixth.”
It made me wish that I had a Struthers or two of my own on the string.
Actively employed in his trade, Struthers continued to devote his leisure hours to composition.
And Struthers, I found, was quite definite as to her intentions.
Even Struthers has perked up a bit, and is making furtive preparations for a sage-tea wash in the morning.
I have suddenly wakened up to the fact that Struthers is getting on a bit.
For these several statements, see Dr. Struthers, in work cited, especially on intermissions in the line of descent.
Struthers, on the other hand, has become too flighty to be of much use to me in my packing.
Poor old Struthers, during an especially active display, invariably gets out her Bible.
He left that to come later in the day, with Whinnie and Struthers.