The Limes

Mister davis particularly detested the odour of the fashionable pickle. The word limes was like fire to powder. Amy rose to comply with outward composure, but a secret fear oppressed her. One passionate lime lover burst into tears as amy returned from her last trip. And it's my private belief that he would have broken his word if the indignation of one irrepressible young lady had not found vent in a hiss.