Mrs Humphry: 35 books

Miss Cookson turned from the window. 'Yes – bring it up – except the tea of course – they ought to be here at any time.' 'And Mrs. Weston wants to know what time supper's to be?'

It was a brilliant afternoon towards the end of May. The spring had been unusually cold and late, and it was evident from the general aspect of the lonely Westmoreland valley of Long Whindale that warmth and sunshine had only just penetrated to its bare green recesses, where the few scattered trees were...

“A stifling hot day! ” General Hobson lifted his hat and mopped his forehead indignantly. “What on earth this place can be like in June I can't conceive! The tenth of April, and I'll be bound the thermometer's somewhere near eighty in the shade. You never find the English climate playing you these tricks.

It is a bold thing, I fear, to offer the public yet more letters based on a journey through the battle-fields of France – especially at a moment when impressions are changing so fast, when the old forms of writing about the war seem naturally out of date, or even distasteful, and the new are not yet...

It was an August evening, still and cloudy after a day unusually chilly for the time of year. Now, about sunset, the temperature was warmer than it had been in the morning, and the departing sun was forcing its way through the clouds, breaking up their level masses into delicate lattice-work of golds...