maid-in-waiting

Should lightning strike and Hillary Clinton forgoes a presidential run, Democrats have a nominee in waiting.

This is a guy who has his son-in-law clean his eyeglasses, for crying out loud.

Her travel clique has been known to arrive at an airport, bags packed, passport-in-hand, within hours of spotting a deal.

A running joke inside the tribe is that the group is like that club with a hundred people waiting outside to get in.

The first day of Liberty, I was hanging around waiting for Ford to come in.

Sol laughed out of his whiskers, with a big, loose-rolling sound, and sat on the porch without waiting to be asked.

We all rose to our feet, and he shook hands with everybody without waiting to be introduced.

At Felipe's cry, the women waiting in the hall hurried in, wailing aloud as their first glance showed them all was over.

After a bit of waiting, Mac decided that the smoke was floating from a certain direction, and we began to edge carefully that way.

Finding him awake, he sat by his side and, with the earnestness of a nursery-maid, patted him off to slumber.