There was something sullen and almost common about Miss Nancy.

Miss Nancy died, the one you disliked so much.

Miss Nancy, sullen and plain, had set out the cups and silver.

When Miss Nancy died last year, Rita said she was going to the funeral.

And Miss Nancy dead for hours in that heat before he got there.

God knows, they came out for Miss Nancy last year.

She said, 'Now, Miss Nancy, we are still waiting for your history.

He has an alter-ego named Miss Nancy, who gives advice to people in his school.

Miss Nancy wouldn't mind being a second, if she didn't know it.

Miss Nancy took her out on the porch.