Whatโs that?โ she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose. โOh, that? Thatโs just Pillover.โ โAnd whatโs a pillover, when itโs at home?โ โMy little brother.โ โAh, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.
Gail CarrigerWith a resigned shrug, she screamed and collapsed into a faint. She stayed resolutely fainted, despite the liberal application of smelling salts, which made her eyes water most tremendously, a cramp in the back of one knee, and the fact that her new ball gown was getting most awfully wrinkled.
Gail Carriger