A quiet investigation revealed all upstairs doors closed and the sound of snoring from the Dame Turnbull's room.
After introductions and the necessary sign-in paper work was complete it was decided to assign Ms. Turnbull a second floor room.
Amid a banging door and stomping feet, Gladys Turnbull entered the kitchen.
And Miss Turnbull, the author, when I told her, said she feels things, too.
As the Deans entered the hall Gladys Turnbull was waddling up the stairs.
Civil in place of military government was instituted; immigration began; and Andrew Turnbull, an Englishman, brought over a band of about 1500 Minorcans (1769), whom he engaged in the cultivation of indigo at New Smyrna.
Constable, the Ballantyne Press, Morrison & Gibb, Turnbull & Spears, and others, admirably maintain the traditional reputation of the Edinburgh press.
Cynthia began to quietly cry out of sheer frustration while Gladys Turnbull snored loudly.
Dean bit his lip, assuming the little woman was about to complain about Gladys Turnbull's late night writing, but she had other concerns.
Dean never even heard Gladys Turnbull's muffled alarm clock.
Dean rose and began to leave the room, disgusted that Gladys Turnbull would trivialize Edith Shipton's death in fiction, even before the shattered woman was cold in the ground.
Dean sat a while longer, amid night sounds, the ticking clock, and the muffled ringing of Gladys Turnbull's alarm.
Don't forget Gladys Turnbull was registered, too, even though I think she stayed in her room.
Even Gladys Turnbull's alarm must have been muffled enough not to disturb his slumber.
Even Sheriff Jake Weller was there, and the city police chief and, in various costumes of night-wear, Fred, the Quincy sisters and Gladys Turnbull who'd let out a banshee scream that woke everyone but poor Edith Shipton, who'd never wake again.
Far off in the distance, Dean could again hear the ringing of Gladys Turnbull's alarm but he paid it no attention.
Gladys Turnbull button-holed two of the climbers and began holding court on one side of the room while devouring a logging crew's share of Cynthia's Toll House cookies.
Gladys Turnbull remained Bird Song's sole paying guest, at least for a couple of days longer.
Gladys Turnbull was pounding away on a lap top computer in a corner of the parlor while young Martha and Donnie played a game of Old Maid on the sofa.
Gladys Turnbull was sleeping late, as usual.
Gladys Turnbull was the only visible guest.
Gladys Turnbull was walking the town, trying to glean inspiration from the towering mountains to better describe some celestial landscape.
Gladys Turnbull wasn't just fat, she was immense.
Gladys Turnbull, all smiles, was frantically taking notes.
Gladys Turnbull, almost forgotten in the corner, spoke up for the first time.
Gladys Turnbull, wrapped in a scarlet robe, stuck her head in the room.
He's claiming head injury and all that shit...stuff—sorry Miss Turnbull.
He's claiming head injury and all that shit...stuff—sorry Miss Turnbull.
I looked for your books in the library, Miss Turnbull, but we couldn't find them.
I'll bet it's a collect call for Gladys Turnbull from the planet Draghow!
I'm Gladys Turnbull the author, and this is Donnie who can't speak, and Martha who lives in town.
If that was Gladys Turnbull's alarm clock, I hope she gets it fixed.
Instead, he steered the conversation toward Gladys Turnbull, who was the only other occupant of the cozy room.
It's a famous author named Miss Gladys Turnbull.
Late-sleeping Gladys Turnbull was still dreaming of the vengeance of the inhabitants of Zzz.
Left with nothing else to do, Dean turned to Gladys Turnbull, more out of inn-keeper politeness than a desire to engage this strange woman in lengthy conversation.
Ms. Turnbull called, with child-like enthusiasm as Dean heaved her luggage up the stairs behind her.
Our guest, Miss Turnbull, has a boyfriend.
P. Turnbull, The Teaching of Arithmetic (1903), is more elaborate.
That's more of a stretch than trying to fit Gladys Turnbull in Annie's white dress.
The hesitant visitor was Gladys Turnbull's "publisher" from New Mexico.
The three north-side second floor rooms contained Fred, Gladys Turnbull and a pretty female climber named Penny.
The Turnbull or Pelican sundial in the front quadrangle of Corpus Christi College in Oxford is probably one of the finest pillar dials.
There followed a cheery "good morning" from the late-sleeping Gladys Turnbull.
There's the boy's father, Ryland, Gladys Turnbull, Claire Quincy....
Turnbull in 1834 in Scott's honour, for printing and publishing historical works connected with his writings.
Turnbull in Letters of Mary Queen of Scots (London, 1845), and by Agnes Strickland in Letters of Mary Queen of Scots and Documents connected with her Personal History (3 vols., London, 1842).