"Saratoga Trunk" novelist Ferber

Usage examples of edna.

Mister Watson was such a gentlemen, you see, without being fancy in a way that made the men suspicious, and the women could not help but like his fine clothes and his compliments, and the nice fashions worn by his young Edna, and that dear little Ruth Ellen, and the new baby, little Addison, who came south with the Watsons in the spring of 1907.

Edna home to Columbia County for the birth of little Addison, and her Amy May was born at Key West in May of 1910.

Edna Watson was up there with the Aldermans, he carried Addison, she had little Amy and was leading her Ruth Ellen by the hand.

Edna had rented out her hayfields, done washing and mending, whatever she could to make ends meet.

Never would Edna Pontellier forget the shock with which she heard Madame Ratignolle relating to old Monsieur Farival the harrowing story of one of her accouchements, withholding no intimate detail.

As they approached the elementary school in Beclabito, Edna slowed down.

The garden walks were damp, and Edna called to the maid to bring out her rubber sandals.

And maybe she wasn't making a lot of friends in the towns roundabout, fighting for closure of the mines and to stop the clear-cutting and all, but she was still happier than Edna had ever been on that land.

Edna Damrosch, the widow next door, who worked as a saleslady in a Dania antique store on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

He stepped out onto the path and immediately saw something come over the barrier and bounce several times, barely visible, its forward motion ending in the gravel and soft clay, the object spinning in place, a rubber ball, eating out a slot for itself, unmistakably a Spalding Hi Bouncer, still rotating as he walked toward it past Maurice Wu lodged in a sleeping bag in a corner of his cubicle, past Edna Lown motionless in her bed, past Lester Bolin asleep on his cot.

Edna had the coffee on the table for the major in jig time, and was frying eggs and slicing bread with practiced efficiency.

With her thumb and index finger Edna Lown picked a speck of tobacco off the end of her tongue.

Softly left him alone to do his unpacking and Edna Lown lowered herself toward a kitchen stool, moving slowly as befitted her bulk, a cigarette aslant at the corner of her mouth.

Edna Lown was entering herself just as surely as if she'd been able to bend her arms into her mouth and swallow them to the shoulders.

What she could do, and did, was thank heaven she had Edna in the back washing dishes and not here out front waiting tables.