Siddons

There stood Siddons, mud from head to foot but smiling expansively.

Just then he noticed Siddons come from around the corner of the hangar, carrying what appeared to be a canvas covered pillow.

When we left Bridgewater House we drove to my aunt Siddons's.

An old engraving of Mrs. Siddons hung upon the wall, and Sybil stood looking at it.