Lauretta

In 1959 he married the love of his life, a dolly bird named Lauretta Sullivan.

Lauretta held her breath till she was red in the face in a vain endeavour to look celestial.

It was a dark evening, and the cathedral clock struck nine as Lauretta Birdseye passed through the gates of the broad walk.

Lauretta heard—or fancied she heard—a titter as they passed; and the man—he looked very like an officer—laughed outright.

Lauretta bridled in the full virginity of three-and-thirty, and walked up the opposite side!

Lauretta had to go home early because there is a big concert in the White Sands Hotel tonight and her sister is to recite at it.