“One - two - three - four - five,” she counted. “Five. Dear me - where’s the sixth?” She counted the pile again. Then she went to the door and looked for Elizabeth. The little girl was pulling something out of the cupboard.31 “Elizabeth!” called Miss Scott sharply, “have...
But they managed to procure a loaf and a currant-loaf, which they hacked to pieces with shut-knives, and ate sitting on the wall near the bridge, watching the bright Derwent rushing by, and the brakes from Matlock pulling up at the inn. Paul was now pale with weariness. He had been ...
And besides, the one time I went out in sneakers, I ended up with poison ivy on my shin. Grrrrrr. Anyway, I was out there trimming hedges and gathering the clippings and pulling weeds, but it wasn’t just about making the parts you can see presentable, there were points that I was ...
without the children. I can find a place for that awkward bowl without number three telling me that number two just hit him. I can daydream whilst pulling the cutlery out of the thing (for what do you call it?) without having to make appropriate impressed sounds about number one’s late...
Learning the violin was tougher for the visually impaired girl. Ma had problems pulling a straight bow, so she needed to feel the teacher's hands, arms and back to learn the movements, and listen to the strings over and over again to feel the muscles herself. ...
Whispering through the trees Pulling on my heart Sweet soft weight Of all that you were Still here Like a song I’ll never hear enough In the air That I breathe South 131 It Depends On Who’s Looking… This morning, I hung a new painting on my wall. It was done by Charles Passarell...
If you want to wear your long hair down for part of the night, try pulling it back in a ponytail when you dance. For a classier look, you can also try a bun or some other type of updo. Just make sure your hair is secure before you go out. If it starts to come undone halfwa...
After pulling me back into a resting position, the nurse explained that it was used to place the right amount of the cream on to the gauze. Wiping my tears and trying to get my heart rate back under 300, I was thinking that information should be printed in large red letters on the ...
[Scene: The train, it’s pulling into a station.] The Conductor: Last stop, Montreal. This stop is Montreal. Ross: (waking up) What? (notices that there is now a beautiful woman sitting next to him) Woman On Train: I made a bet with myself that you have beautiful eyes. Now that...
At first, I figured I’d bail at the four-mile mark—eight miles were more than enough in the tough terrain. But within steps of pulling the u-ey, it hit me. Despite my slowed pace, this run felt borderline euphoric. Here I was, leaving a path of footprints through a stunning snowy...