Aunt Edith waved them to chairs and sat down her self.

To all of which he said nothing, only opened the door for her and then came to sit down at Aunt Edith's invitation.

Aunt Edith would give him her money - only she hasn't got it yet - but I don't think father will.

Aunt Edith asked, entering the room through the open door.

"Good morning, love," Aunt Edith called from the front of the room.

Aunt Edith had known a girl whose hair had come out like that.

Aunt Edith had been praying for years that women's skirts might be longer but apparently in vain.

Aunt Edith had failed to gain any further information about this and would like to know exactly the circumstances.

It was a difficult letter to write, for Aunt Edith had never liked her mother.

Aunt Edith took a heart attack on the spot.