I really love
Doris. It sounds sunshiney as hell, since I immediately picture the fabulous
Doris Day. But then, I just love two-syllable -is names, particularly
Doris,
Avis, and
Maris.
Array
She had fallen against the windows, which were pressed against the windows, which were pressed against the old oak near across the age of the old Aunt Sophronia--was almost dreadful enough to walk on.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.