Guy asks me give dis togazebo named Smiff," he said.
Philpotts and a gazebo what calls himself Waterman and about 'steen more of dem.
You can call it your little Gazebo as much as you like, but it's nothing but a confounded summerhouse," he shouted.
The design which I shall show you after breakfast is in keeping with the house, and of course you will have the advantage of what I call my little Gazebo when I leave Ambles.
John felt incapable of further argument with Laurence and Hugh in combination, and having gained his point, he let the subject of the Gazebo drop.
The idea of my little Gazebo does not appeal to you.
A gazebo and fishpond were added about 1928 by his son William Henry Lynch.
Gazebo was built from the old Birch barn and the horses' teeth-marks are still visible.
David one night, flinging away his rhyming dictionary on to the gazebo steps.
But I made a stipulation, that none of them should marry out of sight from the gazebo on the top of yonder hill; and when I want their company, I have only to hoist a flag.
Say, dere's a gazebo what wants to swipe de heroine's jools what's locked in a drawer.
From the Gazebo came the voices of the other lovers in long-drawn notes.
Strangers very seldom found their way to its precincts, and to all intents and purposes the lawn and the Gazebo had grown to be the private property of the inhabitants.
The three conspirators in the Gazebo were listening with all their ears.
It was he who determined when the lawn needed mowing, the Gazebo trimming, and it was he who fixed the date for painting the wood-work and railings of the houses.
Fortunately the Honourable Caroline Thring turned away from the Gazebo and examined the houses, where all the women were standing on guard, prepared to defend the doors with their lives.
In the Gazebo the lovers and Doctor Sternroyd had finished, and the Doctor closed the book with a sigh of satisfaction.
Yes," answered the Admiral, rising and leading his friend towards the Gazebo where his whisper would no longer make the windows of the Walk rattle.
In the Gazebothere was a very tender whisper:--"Lucy!
But toward the end of the summer the Duchess fell quiet and would hear only sad music, and the two sat much together in the gazebo at the end of the garden.
That lodge still stands, obsolete as an avant-garde and gazebo for the timely spying out of unwelcome visitors, but very admirable for a summer-house, if the farmer had leisure for such things.
