He was such a wonderful person in so many ways.
In Scotland there once lived a poor shepherd whose name was James Hogg.
If he had been the only child in the family, things might have been different.
The shepherd soon lost sight of them in the darkness.
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
Carmen stopped washing the dish in her hand and stared at Mary in mute silence.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell would find the first violets and lilies.
In fact, at times she had been almost brutally clear that she was no longer interested in him.
All I could think about was that I had a living father-in-law.
She placed the dish in the rack and glanced at Katie.
Jonathan was playing cars with Destiny in the family room floor while Carmen straightened up the clutter left by so many people.
A moment later, Alex passed them, Destiny laughing in his arms as they danced.
On the other hand, the dream was in her head, not his.
It should have arrived at Hugson's Siding at midnight, but it was already five o'clock and the gray dawn was breaking in the east when the little train slowly rumbled up to the open shed that served for the station-house.
Jumping out of the buggy he put Dorothy's suit-case under the seat and her bird-cage on the floor in front.
The worst thing was their terror of reaching the bottom of this great crack in the earth, and the natural fear that sudden death was about to overtake them at any moment.
Far below her she found six great glowing balls suspended in the air.
But they continued to fall, all together, and the boy and girl had no difficulty in remaining upon the seat, just as they were before.
"As for that, we are in the same scrape ourselves," answered Dorothy, cheerfully.
There was no heat in the colored suns, however, and after they had passed below them the top of the buggy shut out many of the piercing rays so that the boy and girl could open their eyes again.
We are somewhere in the middle of the earth, and the chances are we'll reach the other side of it before long.
"I'm sure we are in no danger," said Dorothy, in a sober voice.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces of glass were lying scattered in every direction.
There was not an ugly person in all the throng.
It was all they could do, for to go away and leave that strange sight was impossible; nor could they hurry its fall in any way.
"Why," cried Dorothy, in amazement, "it's Oz!"
I had let so much gas out of my balloon that I could not rise again, and in a few minutes the earth closed over my head.
So he followed the Prince into the great domed hall, and Dorothy and Zeb came after them, while the throng of people trooped in also.
There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.
I belong to Bailum & Barney's Great Consolidated Shows--three rings in one tent and a menagerie on the side.
I go up in a balloon, usually, to draw the crowds to the circus.
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.
"Yes, and this is not a time for discussing," he continued, "but for acting: there is war in Russia!
Several approving voices were heard in the crowd.
We are Russians and will not grudge our blood in defense of our faith, the throne, and the Fatherland!
Pierre wished to reply, but could not get in a word.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.
Many other orators spoke after the excited nobleman, and all in the same tone.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
"Yes, yes, at thunderclaps!" was repeated approvingly in the back rows of the crowd.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
Others in that heat and crush racked their brains to find some thought and hastened to utter it.