beamish

"Let's see—ten o'clock," said Mrs. Beamish, putting the last bit of cake into her mouth, and wiping her fingers upon her apron.

“Quite unpaintable, Walter,” said Laura Beamish, peering over the edge of her hand.

That's Mr. Beamish's, that fine house there with the brass rapper and the green lamp beside it; and there's the hospital.

That's no small sum, for old Mr. Beamish is worth in real estate round Cincinnati over two millions of dollars.

The old market wharf, known as Fredericks' wharf, and afterwards as Beamish's wharf, was as at present.