He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
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.
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.
After the dishes were done and the beds made, she usually wandered around the house or sat in the yard, soaking up sun.
I'll ride back to the house and get my car and a chain.
Come to the house with me.
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.
They were even permitted to occupy the House of the Sorcerer in peace, as if it had been their own, and to wander in the gardens in search of food.
So she ran along over their heads until she had left them far behind and below and had come to the city and the House of the Sorcerer.
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.
If you'll come back to my house, you shall have the best room in it--yes, all the rooms if you wish.
The officer began to write, but just as he finished the first word, a bomb came through the roof of the house and struck the floor close by him.
"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.
There once lived in Paris a poor charcoal man whose name was Jacquot. [Footnote: _pro._ zhak ko'] His house was small, with only one room in it; but it was large enough for Jacquot and his wife and their two little boys.
Then he said, "Your house is a very poor place, I think."
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.
But your house will do more.
The house will need scheduled maintenance but will remember when and will ask you for permission.
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.
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.
When I return to my house I find that visitors have been there and left their cards, either a bunch of flowers, or a wreath of evergreen, or a name in pencil on a yellow walnut leaf or a chip.
I build a house and lay out a garden, and you build hospitals.
As they approached the house, Prince Andrew with a smile drew Pierre's attention to a commotion going on at the back porch.
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.