The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
I've only been in the house a few times.
Actually, it was way too much house as far as she was concerned, but she wasn't buying it.
In that small house, there were few secrets.
Their issues faded into the background as they began preparing the house for the new babies.
A house without children is not a home.
Connie had moved into the house for a while.
I'll ride back to the house and get my car and a chain.
Come to the house with me.
Maybe he only maintained the house for someone else.
By the time they reached the house, she was shivering and stiff.
Living in that house and using the pool would be like a summer vacation, not a job.
We have seen no people since we arrived, so we came to this house to enquire our way.
"Yes, dear," her mistress replied; "there are people living in this house, although we cannot see them.
Had there been any doors or windows in the lower rooms, or had not the boards of the house been so thick and stout, escape could have been easy; but to remain down below was like being in a cellar or the hold of a ship, and they did not like the darkness or the damp smell.
No; she just dug her claws into the wood and climbed down the sides of this house to the ground.
"That," said Zeb, "explains why this house is used by them for a prison.
Eureka clung with her claws to the wooden side of the house and let herself down easily.
If you'll come back to my house, you shall have the best room in it--yes, all the rooms if you wish.
"Yes, here is your money," answered the young gentleman; "and send it to my house at once."
When they reached Mr. Johnson's house, the old man politely handed him the turkey and turned to go.
Then he said, "Your house is a very poor place, I think."
Then I thought of our own warm little house, and how snug we could make him until he came to his senses again.
Before Mrs. Jacquot could open it, some one called out, "Is this the house of Jacquot, the charcoal man?"
Everywhere you turned, people were speculating about, or building models of, the "House of Tomorrow," the "Car of Tomorrow," or the "Workplace of Tomorrow."
Who connected the dots to say that when the inside of the house is cool, people will no longer need to sit outside on their front porch to pass the hot evenings?
By the end of the four-month campaign, the White House would receive two million dimes.
You might remember the story of Kyle MacDonald who famously traded up from one red paperclip to a house, one small exchange at a time between July 2005 and July 2006.
The house of the future won't just be better than the house you have today.
But your house will do more.
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
It was called "Ivy Green" because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy.
Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.
When I was about five years old we moved from the little vine-covered house to a large new one.
I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.
We walked down the path to the well-house, attracted by the fragrance of the honeysuckle with which it was covered.
Not long since, a strolling Indian went to sell baskets at the house of a well-known lawyer in my neighborhood.
Finding that my fellow-citizens were not likely to offer me any room in the court house, or any curacy or living anywhere else, but I must shift for myself, I turned my face more exclusively than ever to the woods, where I was better known.
It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it.
However, if one designs to construct a dwelling-house, it behooves him to exercise a little Yankee shrewdness, lest after all he find himself in a workhouse, a labyrinth without a clue, a museum, an almshouse, a prison, or a splendid mausoleum instead.
You could sit up as late as you pleased, and, whenever you got up, go abroad without any landlord or house-lord dogging you for rent.
Under the most splendid house in the city is still to be found the cellar where they store their roots as of old, and long after the superstructure has disappeared posterity remark its dent in the earth.
I build a house and lay out a garden, and you build hospitals.
Prince Andrew led Pierre to his own apartments, which were always kept in perfect order and readiness for him in his father's house; he himself went to the nursery.
But when he returned to the house convinced that Moscow would not be defended, he suddenly felt that what before had seemed to him merely a possibility had now become absolutely necessary and inevitable.
As he was going along a foot path across a wide- open space adjoining the Povarskoy on one side and the gardens of Prince Gruzinski's house on the other, Pierre suddenly heard the desperate weeping of a woman close to him.
"It's here, close by," said she and, running across the yard, opened a gate in a wooden fence and, stopping, pointed out to him a small wooden wing of the house, which was burning brightly and fiercely.
Which is your house? he asked.