She was only a month into two years old, but she was big for her age.
"Eat your heart out," he said, and swung Destiny into a fresh bout of giggling.
I'll direct all my efforts into preparing for our new baby.
"Soon enough," she said, tucking the tickets back into her purse.
Later, as she was slipping into the new blue brushed cotton dress, she reached back to zip it up.
Her jet black hair was swept up gracefully into a plaited crown.
Jonathan came into the room, fully dressed.
So, with a snort and a neigh and a whisk of his short tail he trotted off the roof into the air and at once began floating downward to the street.
"He will sprout very soon," said the Prince, "and grow into a large bush, from which we shall in time be able to pick several very good sorcerers."
It was the same sort of climb one experiences when walking up a hill, and they were nearly out of breath when they came to the row of openings, which they perceived to be doorways leading into halls in the upper part of the house.
The Wizard's sword-blade snapped into a dozen pieces at the first blow he struck against the wooden people.
No; she just dug her claws into the wood and climbed down the sides of this house to the ground.
Jim the cab-horse came last, and the rocky wall almost caught him; for just as he leaped to the floor of the further passage the wall swung across it and a loose stone that the buggy wheels knocked against fell into the narrow crack where the rock turned, and became wedged there.
Taken altogether the procession was a grand success, and when it had returned to the palace the citizens crowded into the great Throne Room to see the Wizard perform his tricks.
He put the birds softly, one by one, into their warm little home.
He then went into the house, and waited while the teacher read it.
The little fellow ran into the street.
How had he managed to drive all the frightened little animals into this place of safety?
He walked quickly, but very quietly, down the pathway into the darker woods.
His words put courage into every heart.
Well, as I was hurrying along, I heard a great splash, as though something had fallen into the pool by the fountain.
Imagine if someone had come to you on January 1, 1991, and said, Before the end of the year, the Soviet Union will vote itself into nonexistence and peacefully break into fifteen republics.
Even most futurists have fallen into this trap.
The Open Directory Project—where fifty thousand editors try to organize the web into a directory of sites for no reward at all—comes instantly to mind.
You buy a movie ticket online, go to the theater at the appointed time—and an hour into the movie, you get up and leave.
So we've reached an unprecedented situation in the course of human learning, which is this: The amount of data we have available has outstripped our ability to process it and turn it into knowledge.
We will be completely insulated from the collecting and researching of data so that we can focus entirely on turning data into knowledge.
Although the pace of technological change has quickened, in the future it will become astonishingly faster because the amount of data we can access and our ability to transform data into knowledge will catch up with each other.
The fire leaped into life; the flames encircled me so that in a moment my clothes were blazing.
He was a famous story-teller; after I had acquired language he used to spell clumsily into my hand his cleverest anecdotes, and nothing pleased him more than to have me repeat them at an opportune moment.
If my mother happened to be near I crept into her arms, too miserable even to remember the cause of the tempest.
It was the most comical shapeless thing, this improvised doll, with no nose, mouth, ears or eyes--nothing that even the imagination of a child could convert into a face.
A bright idea, however, shot into my mind, and the problem was solved.
The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll.
When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l."
From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats.
According to Evelyn, "the wise Solomon prescribed ordinances for the very distances of trees; and the Roman prÃ¦tors have decided how often you may go into your neighbor's land to gather the acorns which fall on it without trespass, and what share belongs to that neighbor."
Having seen his industrious white neighbors so well off--that the lawyer had only to weave arguments, and, by some magic, wealth and standing followed--he had said to himself: I will go into business; I will weave baskets; it is a thing which I can do.
As this business was to be entered into without the usual capital, it may not be easy to conjecture where those means, that will still be indispensable to every such undertaking, were to be obtained.
Who ever saw his old clothes--his old coat, actually worn out, resolved into its primitive elements, so that it was not a deed of charity to bestow it on some poor boy, by him perchance to be bestowed on some poorer still, or shall we say richer, who could do with less?
We may imagine a time when, in the infancy of the human race, some enterprising mortal crept into a hollow in a rock for shelter.
With consummate skill he has set his trap with a hair spring to catch comfort and independence, and then, as he turned away, got his own leg into it.
From time to time she smoothed the folds of her dress, and whenever the story produced an effect she glanced at Anna Pavlovna, at once adopted just the expression she saw on the maid of honor's face, and again relapsed into her radiant smile.
His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.
"Charming!" whispered the little princess, sticking the needle into her work as if to testify that the interest and fascination of the story prevented her from going on with it.
Not letting the abbe and Pierre escape, Anna Pavlovna, the more conveniently to keep them under observation, brought them into the larger circle.
"How about my son Boris, Prince?" said she, hurrying after him into the anteroom.
"From what I have heard," said Pierre, blushing and breaking into the conversation, "almost all the aristocracy has already gone over to Bonaparte's side."
Before Anna Pavlovna and the others had time to smile their appreciation of the vicomte's epigram, Pierre again broke into the conversation, and though Anna Pavlovna felt sure he would say something inappropriate, she was unable to stop him.