The little man shook his bald head.
He was quite an old little man and his head was long and entirely bald.
Maybe you are having a little water gain, but you look great.
"You're supposed to eat with a spoon or a fork," she instructed calmly as she finished wiping the little hand.
You're going to have a little brother or sister.
Yet he was arrested last week for selling drugs to kids like little Nicholas over there?
The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.
Bear with me a little longer.
"I don't like these veg'table people," said the little girl.
He was only a little more weather-beaten than when I saw him last.
The little girl stood still to watch until the train had disappeared around a curve; then she turned to see where she was.
Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.
"That does not sound especially pleasant," said the little man, looking at the one with the star uneasily.
Not just a little better, but gloriously and fantastically better.
In the end, our fundamental challenge is to become better individuals, and technology offers little help on that front; it is up to each one of us to solve that for ourselves.
They needed to gain a little weight before they would be released from the hospital, though.
Maybe a little time to yourself is a good idea.
"Who built these lovely bridges?" asked the little girl.
Of course, the little red truck Dad had been drooling over.
The storm has blown two of the little ones out of the nest.
I should get rid of this and buy something a little more feminine.
How long is this going to be your dirty little secret?
And what little they have promised they will not perform!
The blue skirt and sweater were a little dressy for jail, but they'd no doubt give her some fashionable stripes to wear anyway.
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.
Princess Mary spent half of every day with little Nicholas, watching his lessons, teaching him Russian and music herself, and talking to Dessalles; the rest of the day she spent over her books, with her old nurse, or with "God's folk" who sometimes came by the back door to see her.
Once more something whistled, but this time quite close, swooping downwards like a little bird; a flame flashed in the middle of the street, something exploded, and the street was shrouded in smoke.
Alex had directed the little he said to her only.
Destiny was a little lady, waiting until he came into the kitchen before plowing into him.
It's a little early, but twins tend to have their own schedule.
Howard had insisted on picking up his little sister that night for safety reasons.
Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him.
"You ought to join one," declared the little man seriously.
The little man gave a bow to the silent throng that had watched him, and then the Prince said, in his cold, calm voice:
At once the Mangaboos began piling up the rocks of glass again, and as the little man realized that they were all about to be entombed in the mountain he said to the children:
"It's good, anyway," said Zeb, "or those little rascals wouldn't have gobbled it up so greedily."
"Oh, Edward, there is Mr. Harris!" whispered the little girl.
Once this ball gets rolling, it will speed up and, because of it, we will all wake up each morning with a little extra spring in our step and sparkle in our eye.
But every now and then there would be a little difference.
The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax.
"What a delightful woman this little princess is!" said Prince Vasili to Anna Pavlovna.
While he was away Princess Mary, Dessalles, Mademoiselle Bourienne, and even little Nicholas exchanged looks in silence.
The larger bell was muffled and the little bells on the harness stuffed with paper.
His satellites--the senior clerk, a countinghouse clerk, a scullery maid, a cook, two old women, a little pageboy, the coachman, and various domestic serfs--were seeing him off.
'Take me away,' says she, 'don't let me perish with my little children!
Your little Texas stud.
I suppose they're both a little artificial.
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
It was going to be nice having nothing to do but enjoy their little family for the next two weeks.
Maybe a little levity would help.
I'll be back in a little while, sweetheart.
"A little," she said.
I was a little surprised at the invitation.
They mingled with the guests a little longer and then Carmen excused herself.
The way he acted tonight was a little too much like he did when he came home from the hospital.
"A little," Carmen responded, "but I suppose that's natural, given our relationship.
Maybe they were both a little wrong... and a little right.
We're running into a little turbulence from the storm.
Alex instantly provided a little white bag and she made use of it.
Alex sat up and leaned over her, speaking softy in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
"Lust," she repeated a little louder, and then said it firmly once more.
We're probably all a little hypocritical at times - and we're all sinners, so I hear.
Are you blaming a little boy for what his mother did?
She was getting a little dehydrated, so they were speeding up the IV.
Carmen climbed off Alex's lap and took Destiny's soft little hand in hers.
His little tongue shook with the intensity of his frustrated wail.
I'll prepare little Natalie.
Natalie needed little encouragement - or maybe it was because Carmen was a little more relaxed and experienced.
He had an idea of how his father felt, fearing he would have to watch his little boy grow and not being able to be the provider.
You thought you had a son for a little while.
Even Angela and little Nick...
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.
Then she looked at Zeb, whose face was blue and whose hair was pink, and gave a little laugh that sounded a bit nervous.
Dorothy was surprised to find how patient the people were, for her own little heart was beating rapidly with excitement.
And you are little Dorothy, from Kansas.
There sat the thorny Sorcerer in his chair of state, and when the Wizard saw him he began to laugh, uttering comical little chuckles.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
"No," answered the little man, "you are quite right.
"But I saw the little pigs with my own eyes!" exclaimed Zeb.
The little man felt carefully in his pocket and pulled out the tiny piglets, setting them upon the grass one by one, where they ran around and nibbled the tender blades.
It would be dreadful to eat these dear little things.
"How did they happen to be so little?" asked Dorothy.
"No! he can kick pretty hard with his heels, and bite a little; but Jim can't 'zactly fight," she replied.
Couldn't you, Zeb? asked the little girl.
Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.
The old horse panted a little, and had to stop often to get his breath.
Below them was a vast space, at the bottom of which was a black sea with rolling billows, through which little tongues of flame constantly shot up.
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes.
"Thank goodness we're nearly there!" panted the little Wizard.
"Each of their arms is a wooden club," answered the little man, "and I'm sure the creatures mean mischief, by the looks of their eyes.
"What an awful fight!" said Dorothy, catching her breath in little gasps.
"Thank goodness we are together again, even if we are prisoners," sighed the little girl.
"Ha, ha!" chuckled the old cab-horse; "they're not 'Gurgles,' little maid; they're Gargoyles."
"Come here," said the little man, and took her to one of the corners of the building.
Dorothy was a little anxious about the success of their trip, for the way Jim arched his long neck and spread out his bony legs as he fluttered and floundered through the air was enough to make anybody nervous.
"That will prove a barrier for some time to come," said the little man, smiling pleasantly all over his wrinkled face at the success of their stratagem.
They are in little pockets all around the edge of this cavern.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
She's a little fussy, you know, and afraid of growing old, being a widow and still in her prime.
"No, indeed!" said the little girl.
Can you match that pedigree, little girl?
"You may be right," replied the Wizard, "but we're a little particular about associating with strangers.
The children and the Wizard rushed across the moving rock and sprang into the passage beyond, landing safely though a little out of breath.
"I am," replied the little man.
"You can ask Dorothy," said the little man, in an injured tone.
"I remember those shoes," said the little man, nodding.
The little man looked at his watch--a big silver one that he carried in his vest pocket.
The little man looked at her closely and then took both the maiden's hands in his and shook them cordially.
"On my word," he exclaimed, "it's little Jellia Jamb--as pert and pretty as ever!"
"That's nice," said the little man.
"Where is Dorothy?" enquired Zeb, anxiously, as he left the buggy and stood beside his friend the little Wizard.
This mollified Jim a little, and after some thought the green maiden decided to give the cab-horse a room in the palace, such a big building having many rooms that were seldom in use.
"Yes, indeed!" returned the little man.
"That is quite a history," said Ozma; "but there is a little more history about the Land of Oz that you do not seem to understand--perhaps for the reason that no one ever told it you.
"How are your brains?" enquired the little humbug, as he grasped the soft, stuffed hands of his old friend.
But the little girl gave the angry kitten such a severe cuff that it jumped down again without daring to scratch.
The Tin Woodman loved Dorothy most tenderly, and welcomed with joy the return of the little old Wizard.
The servants were a little discouraged, but soon they brought in a great tray containing two dozen nicely roasted quail on toast.
They soon mixed a tub of oatmeal with a little water, and Jim ate it with much relish.
These royal beasts are both warm friends of little Dorothy and have come to the Emerald City this morning to welcome her to our fairyland.
The little Princess seemed fresh and rosy and in good spirits.
The first thing the little humbug did was to produce a tiny white piglet from underneath his hat and pretend to pull it apart, making two.
"Of course not," added Jim, with a touch of scorn; "those little wooden legs of yours are not half as long as my own."
The little girl jumped up at once.
The fact is that I left my little pet in my dressing-room lying asleep upon the table; and you must have stolen in without my knowing it.
I will confess that I intended to eat the little pig for my breakfast; so I crept into the room where it was kept while the Princess was dressing and hid myself under a chair.
There was no way to get the creature out without breaking the vase, so the Tin Woodman smashed it with his axe and set the little prisoner free.
The next evening after the trial the little girl begged Ozma to allow her to look in the enchanted picture, and the Princess readily consented.
"I cannot think of leaving these little things here to be trampled upon," said the general.
And in it were some odd little pictures, which he never grew tired of looking at.
It is a little speech that I have written for him.
Pray, how shall I, a little lad, In speaking make a figure?
The little boy's name was Edward Everett.
One little boy chose "The Horse."
A little girl said she would write about "Summer."
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.
Two hundred years ago there lived in Boston a little boy whose name was Benjamin Franklin.
The little fellow ran into the street.
Boston is now a great city, but at that time it was only a little town.
But there were fourteen boys and girls older than he, and two little sisters who were younger.
Little Benjamin Franklin was very happy; for he was only seven years old.
You are only a very little boy, and you will learn a great deal as you grow bigger.
How had he managed to drive all the frightened little animals into this place of safety?
Why the boys should drive away, Little maidens from their play, Or love to banter and fight so well, That's the thing I never could tell.
He sent out among the poor people of the city and found two little babies who had never heard a word spoken.
In France there once lived a famous man who was known as the Marquis de Lafayette. When he was a little boy his mother called him Gilbert.
Often, when he was a little lad, he took long walks among the trees with his mother.
"How I should like to meet that wolf," said little Gilbert.
He pushed the bushes aside and went a little farther.
He says she was a monster; and she was running straight toward the hills with a little lamb in her mouth.
"I have only six nails," he said, "and it will take a little time to hammer out ten more."
The little chest that held his clothing had been carried down to the bank.
Near the top of a hill he saw a little shepherd boy who was lying on the ground while a flock of sheep and lambs were grazing around him.
Bondone was surprised when Cimabue offered to take his little boy to Florence and teach him to be a great painter.
In the city of Florence [Footnote: Flor'ence.] little Giotto saw some of the finest pictures in the world.
Little Giotto came out from a corner, trembling and ashamed.
You gather knowledge from the little things which common men pass by unnoticed.
A long time ago there lived, in Pennsylvania, a little boy whose name was Benjamin West.
He began to feel a little lonesome.
Then he thought what a pretty picture might be made of his sister's sweet face and little hands.
Here was her fat little neck.
Then he called little Benjamin to him.
When Andrew Jackson was a little boy he lived with his mother in South Carolina.
Then, without another word, he mounted his brother's little farm horse and rode away.
Suddenly, to his great joy he saw little Lucy Martin lean over her desk and whisper to the girl in front of her.
Little Lucy had not meant to whisper.
There was something which she wished very much to know before going home, and so, without thinking, she had leaned over and whispered just three little words.
Little Lucy Martin saw him through her tears, but said nothing.
"Will you give it to me, mother?" asked little Alfred.
Little William Jones was always asking questions.
He was a very little boy, but before he was three years old he could read quite well.
Long, long ago, there lived in Persia a little prince whose name was Cyrus.
It is the rule and custom of the cupbearer to pour out a little of the wine and taste it before handing the cup to me.
After the guests had drunk quite a little of it, they began to talk foolishly and sing loudly; and some of them went to sleep.
The little company began its long journey.
"Very well, then," said the shah, "stay with me a little while and observe what you can."
So, leading his little children by the hand, they went out to meet Coriolanus.
His little children clung to his knees and spoke loving words to him.
He lived more than seven hundred years ago in a quaint little town of Italy.
He spoke of the birds as his little brothers of the air, and he could never bear to see them harmed.
Let me tell you something, my little brothers, my little sisters: You ought always to love God and praise Him.
You toil not, neither do you spin, yet God takes care of you and your little ones.
In Samos the little slave soon became known for his wisdom and courage.
The very next day they came in sight of a little green island.
He built him a little hut for shelter at night and in stormy weather.
Then, to his great joy, a ship came near and anchored in the little harbor.
Among the servants there was a little page whose name was Carl.
One night the king sat up very late, writing letters and sending messages; and the little page was kept busy running on errands until past midnight.
He rang the little bell which was used to call the page, but no page answered.
_Dearest Carl; You are a good boy to send me all your wages, for now I can pay the rent and buy some warm clothing for your little sister.
He took ten gold pieces from his table and wrapped them in the little letter.
His little army had been beaten and scattered.
Late one evening he came to a little farmhouse in a lonely valley.
As Tamerlane looked, he saw that there was a hole in the tree only a little way above, and that this was the home of the ant.
Tamerlane watched the brave little insect.
Slowly, one little step at a time, it crept up across the rough place where it had slipped and fallen so often.
With much hard labor and careful management I have saved only five little silver pieces.
Sometimes he carried three or four bags to the palace where the little king of France lived with his mother.
The two boys, Charlot and Blondel, with wondering eyes watched their father and mother undress the little stranger.
Soon the little stranger was clad in the warm clothes; the dry soft blanket was wrapped around him; and he was laid on the children's bed.
"In my house, my little friend," answered Jacquot.
"_My little friend!_" said the child with a sneer.
What do you mean, you ungrateful little rascal?
I took the shortest way through the little park behind the palace.
I looked and saw this little fellow struggling in the water.
Then I thought of our own warm little house, and how snug we could make him until he came to his senses again.
"He shall be our little brother," said Blondel; and both the boys clapped their hands very softly.
The little stranger came and sat with them.
The charcoal man and his wife listened to this little dispute, and said nothing.
"That is my tutor," whispered the little stranger.
"Why not?" answered the little king.
As the little king went out, he turned at the door and called to Charlot.
As he came out of the forest he saw a little boy by the roadside, who seemed to be watching for some one.
The fishermen talked in low tones with one another for a little while, and then one said, It's a bargain.
So, with his own hands he carried the golden tripod to the little house where Thales lived.
From that vantage point, if you had tried to look fifty years ahead to what the world would be like in the year 2500 BC, you would have expected very little change.
You knew little of what any other scientist was working on.
You need to have a basic understanding of how things work in biology.
By taking a block of marble and carving a statue, or taking a handful of seed and growing a cornfield, you have combined your labor and know-how with something of little value and have created something of more value.
This has no offline corollary and is economically empowering to so many people. 5. eBay and reallocating existing goods. eBay is actually a little like direct trade.
You'd better scramble and get a chair even if it means elbowing little Timmy out of the way.
Humans require relatively little oxygen, and plants are constantly transforming the carbon dioxide we exhale back into useful oxygen.
If you like having sore muscles at the end of a day or working a job that requires little of your mental capacity so you can contemplate Nietzsche, hey, more power to you.
In this regard, they are little different than talking dogs in cartoons.
Because nanites are so small, they require little in the way of raw materials, just a few molecules here and there.
Similarly, they require little power, so they either can be powered cheaply or can power themselves from their environment, with a little heat or sunlight.
In the past two centuries with very little technology, we've come from whale oil and wood to solar and nuclear.
The tax rates when the "conservatives" are in power are very little different than when the "liberals" are in power.
In discussing nutrition, not only is there little agreement on the nature of the solutions, there is often disagreement on the nature of the problems.
It sounds mechanical, sterile, and just a little bit un-American.
The proverbial "Little Timmy" will find it hard to believe that food isn't manufactured like electronics but grown like an animal.
Journalist Brooks Atkinson, said: "After each war, there is a little less democracy left to save."
War disrupts this, and people will have little patience for it if there is not an extremely compelling reason for it.
Like kings, dictators have little regard for their subjects.
In an era when cameras were cumbersome and the number of channels on TV could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over to snap, very little video of any kind was seen.
Other than cataclysm, asymmetrical attack, or government gone wild, we have little to worry about.
The Keller homestead, where the family lived, was a few steps from our little rose-bower.
The family consisted of my father and mother, two older half-brothers, and, afterward, a little sister, Mildred.
I guarded both doll and cradle with the most jealous care; but once I discovered my little sister sleeping peacefully in the cradle.
His methods had probably died with him; and if they had not, how was a little girl in a far-off town in Alabama to receive the benefit of them?
Curled up in a corner of the seat I amused myself for hours making funny little holes in bits of cardboard.
The little blind children at the Perkins Institution had sent it and Laura Bridgman had dressed it; but I did not know this until afterward.
Whenever anything delighted or interested me she talked it over with me just as if she were a little girl herself.
She introduced dry technicalities of science little by little, making every subject so real that I could not help remembering what she taught.
After I had learned a great many interesting things about the life and habits of the children of the sea--how in the midst of dashing waves the little polyps build the beautiful coral isles of the Pacific, and the foraminifera have made the chalk-hills of many a land--my teacher read me "The Chambered Nautilus," and showed me that the shell-building process of the mollusks is symbolical of the development of the mind.
At the beginning I was only a little mass of possibilities.
Little Tim was so tame that he would hop on my finger and eat candied cherries out of my hand.
I was no longer a restless, excitable little creature, requiring the attention of everybody on the train to keep me amused.
We had scarcely arrived at the Perkins Institution for the Blind when I began to make friends with the little blind children.
I have often held in my hand a little model of the Plymouth Rock which a kind gentleman gave me at Pilgrim Hall, and I have fingered its curves, the split in the centre and the embossed figures "1620," and turned over in my mind all that I knew about the wonderful story of the Pilgrims.
So my little heart leaped high with eager excitement when I knew that my wish was at last to be realized.
I was never still a moment; my life was as full of motion as those little insects that crowd a whole existence into one brief day.
Three frolicsome little streams ran through it from springs in the rocks above, leaping here and tumbling there in laughing cascades wherever the rocks tried to bar their way.
Sometimes I would go with Mildred and my little cousins to gather persimmons.
Suddenly Mildred pointed with her little hand and exclaimed, "There's the trestle!"
"My little sister will understand me now," was a thought stronger than all obstacles.
My eyes fill with tears now as I think how my mother pressed me close to her, speechless and trembling with delight, taking in every syllable that I spoke, while little Mildred seized my free hand and kissed it and danced, and my father expressed his pride and affection in a big silence.
A little story called "The Frost King," which I wrote and sent to Mr. Anagnos, of the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was at the root of the trouble.
I carried the little story to the post-office myself, feeling as if I were walking on air.
This was the pinnacle of my happiness, from which I was in a little while dashed to earth.
It seems to me that the great difficulty of writing is to make the language of the educated mind express our confused ideas, half feelings, half thoughts, when we are little more than bundles of instinctive tendencies.
Up to the time of the "Frost King" episode, I had lived the unconscious life of a little child; now my thoughts were turned inward, and I beheld things invisible.
I also went on board a Viking ship which lay a short distance from the little craft.
At a little distance from this ship there was a model of the Santa Maria, which I also examined.
The teachers at the Wright-Humason School were always planning how they might give the pupils every advantage that those who hear enjoy--how they might make much of few tendencies and passive memories in the cases of the little ones--and lead them out of the cramping circumstances in which their lives were set.
Little by little, however, my difficulties began to disappear.
Little by little, however, my difficulties began to disappear.
Both Mr. Keith and I were distressed and full of forebodings for the morrow; but we went over to the college a little before the examination began, and had Mr. Vining explain more fully the American symbols.
I remember she asked me if I liked little Pearl, and explained some of the words that had puzzled me.
Then she told me that she had a beautiful story about a little boy which she was sure I should like better than "The Scarlet Letter."
The name of the story was "Little Lord Fauntleroy," and she promised to read it to me the following summer.
When she returned almost the first thing we did was to begin the story of "Little Lord Fauntleroy."
From "Little Lord Fauntleroy" I date the beginning of my true interest in books.
I loved "Little Women" because it gave me a sense of kinship with girls and boys who could see and hear.
I was familiar with the story of Troy before I read it in the original, and consequently I had little difficulty in making the Greek words surrender their treasures after I had passed the borderland of grammar.
I could see, absolutely see, the dagger and Lady Macbeth's little white hand--the dreadful stain was as real to me as to the grief-stricken queen.
The little songs and the sonnets have a meaning for me as fresh and wonderful as the dramas.
Sometimes a daring little fish slips between my fingers, and often a pond-lily presses shyly against my hand.
Hundreds of little sail-boats swung to and fro close by, and the sea was calm.
Our little boat confronted the gale fearlessly; with sails spread and ropes taut, she seemed to sit upon the wind.
As they passed us, the large craft and the gunboats in the harbour saluted and the seamen shouted applause for the master of the only little sail-boat that ventured out into the storm.
The prattle of the little ones and their pleasure in the stories I told them of elf and gnome, of hero and wily bear, are pleasant things to remember.
Mr. Chamberlin initiated me into the mysteries of tree and wild-flower, until with the little ear of love I heard the flow of sap in the oak, and saw the sun glint from leaf to leaf.
As soon as my examinations were over, Miss Sullivan and I hastened to this green nook, where we have a little cottage on one of the three lakes for which Wrentham is famous.
But we little heeded these things.
Of course the little ones cannot spell on their fingers; but I manage to read their lips.
Elsie Leslie, the little actress, was in Boston, and Miss Sullivan took me to see her in "The Prince and the Pauper."
I shall never forget the ripple of alternating joy and woe that ran through that beautiful little play, or the wonderful child who acted it.
He said he was the little boy in the poem, and that the girl's name was Sally, and more which I have forgotten.
He makes you feel that if you only had a little more time, you, too, might be an inventor.
He is never quite so happy as when he has a little deaf child in his arms.
I was like little Ascanius, who followed with unequal steps the heroic strides of Aeneas on his march toward mighty destinies.
Dear little blind girls
I will hug and kiss little blind girls mr. anagnos will come to see me.
I will see little blind girls.
They had a pretty Christmas-tree, and there were many pretty presents on it for little children.
I had a mug, and little bird and candy.
We did dance and play and eat nuts and candy and cakes and oranges and I did have fun with little boys and girls.
Mrs. Hopkins did send me lovely ring, I do love her and little blind girls.
I am coming to Boston in June to see little blind girls and I will come to see you.
Little Natalie is a very weak and small baby.
I do love to play with little sister.
Mildred does feed little chickens with crumbs.
I love to play with little sister.
I went to see Robert and Mr. Graves and Mrs. Graves and little Natalie, and Mr. Farris and Mr. Mayo and Mary and everyone.
I will have fun with little blind girls.
I love to play with little sister, she is weak and small baby.
Natalie has a little carriage.
Friday teacher and I went to a picnic with little children.
They make a pleasant shade and the little birds love to swing to and fro and sing sweetly up in the trees.
On May 26th they arrived in Boston and went to the Perkins Institution; here Helen met the little blind girls with whom she had corresponded the year before.
My dear Miss Moore Are you very glad to receive a nice letter from your darling little friend?
She likes to sit in my little rocking-chair and put her kitty to sleep.
Would you like to see darling little Mildred?
I went in bathing almost every day and Carrie and Frank and little Helen and I had fun.
The little girls are coming back to school next Wednesday.
I hope you think about me and love me because I am a good little child.
With much love and two kisses From your little friend HELEN A. KELLER.
I was delighted to see my dear little friends and I hugged and kissed them.
When we went home we saw eight rabbits and two fat puppies, and a nice little white pony, and two wee kittens and a pretty curly dog named Don.
Pony's name was Mollie and I had a nice ride on her back; I was not afraid, I hope my uncle will get me a dear little pony and a little cart very soon.
Clifton did not kiss me because he does not like to kiss little girls.
I played with many little girls and we had fun.
Mr. Drew says little girls in China cannot talk on their fingers but I think when I go to China I will teach them.
I saw little Willie Swan in the car and he gave me a juicy pear.
From your dear little daughter.
My dear uncle Morrie,--I think you will be very glad to receive a letter from your dear little friend Helen.
I will tell you a little story about Plymouth.
People did not like to go to church with the king; but they did like to build very nice little churches for themselves.
But soon they learned some Dutch words; but they loved their own language and they did not want little boys and girls to forget it and learn to talk funny Dutch.
One day a dear little baby-boy was born.
I am very sorry that poor little Peregrine is dead now.
Little girls and boys jumped and clapped their hands.
I did see the rock in Plymouth and a little ship like the Mayflower and the cradle that dear little Peregrine slept in and many old things that came in the Mayflower.
With much love and many kisses, from your little friend.
There are twenty seven little children here and they are all blind.
Soon I shall go home to see my mother and my father and my dear good and sweet little sister.
I hope you will come to Alabama to visit me and I will take you to ride in my little cart and I think you will like to see me on my dear little pony's back.
From your darling little friend HELEN A. KELLER.
J'ai une bonne petite soeur is French, and it means I have a good little sister.
My dear Mrs. Hopkins:-- I have just fed my dear little pigeon.
With much love from your little friend HELEN A. KELLER.
Do you like to look out of your window, and see little stars?
My little pigeons are well, and so is my little bird.
My darling little sister is growing very fast.
My teacher says, if children learn to be patient and gentle while they are little, that when they grow to be young ladies and gentlemen they will not forget to be kind and loving and brave.
A little girl in a story was not courageous.
All of my dear little friends came to see me.
Cedric is my little boy, he is named for Lord Fauntleroy.
I should like to send a kiss to Vittorio, the little prince of Naples, but teacher says she is afraid you will not remember so many messages.
Please give the little boys and girls my love.
Lovingly, your little friend, HELEN ADAMS KELLER.
I will tell you what he did, and I think you will feel very sorry for the little child.
Oh, it was a lovely and delicate doll! but the little girl's brother, a tall lad, had taken the doll, and set it up in a high tree in the garden, and had run away.
Already she began to see quite plainly the little elves in their tall pointed hats, dancing down the dusky alleys, and peeping from between the bushes, and they seemed to come nearer and nearer; and she stretched her hands up towards the tree in which the doll sat and they laughed, and pointed their fingers at her.
Ah, yes! said the little girl.
I hope the father punished the naughty little boy.
Lovingly, your little friend, HELEN ADAMS KELLER.
Little sister and I would take you out into the garden, and pick the delicious raspberries and a few strawberries for you.
Daisy is happy, but she would be happy ever if she had a little mate.
My little children are all well except Nancy, and she is quite feeble.
Give my love to all the little girls, and tell them that Helen loves them very, very much.
With much love and many kisses, from your affectionate little friend, HELEN ADAMS KELLER.
I am sitting on the piazza, and my little white pigeon is perched on the back of my chair, watching me write.
Her little brown mate has flown away with the other birds; but Annie is not sad, for she likes to stay with me.
I am so glad that Lester and Henry are good little infants.
What was the name of the little boy who fell in love with the beautiful star?
Little Arthur is growing very fast.
Cousin Leila thinks he will walk in a little while.
He eats little fishes, and other small animals.
Mildred is the dearest and sweetest little maiden in the world.
From your affectionate little pupil, HELEN A. KELLER.
My Precious Little Sister:--Good morning.
The dress is blue like your eyes, and candy is sweet just like your dear little self.
At nine I go to the gymnasium with the little girls and we have great fun.
I wish you could be here to play three little squirrels, and two gentle doves, and to make a pretty nest for a dear little robin.
Now, my darling little Mildred, good bye.
I think puppies can feel very home-sick, as well as little girls.
From your loving little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
I was very sorry that the poor little girl with the browns and the "tangled golden curls" died.
From your loving little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
Her little girls are named Violet and May.
They wore blue uniforms and queer little caps.
How is dear little sister?
My dear Mother, Yesterday I sent you a little Christmas box.
If it is too warm in Tuscumbia for little sister to wear her pretty mittens, she can keep them because her sister made them for her.
I imagine she will have fun with the little toy man.
The little girls are well too.
Give many kisses to little sister and much love to all.
The little girls were delighted to see the lovely shells.
A few days ago I received a little box of English violets from Lady Meath.
With loving greeting to the little cousins, and Mrs. Hale and a sweet kiss for yourself, From your little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
I am sorry that you have no little children to play with you sometimes; but I think you are very happy with your books, and your many, many friends.
I am reading a very sad story, called "Little Jakey."
Jakey was the sweetest little fellow you can imagine, but he was poor and blind.
They do not make honey for us, like the bees, but many of them are as beautiful as the flowers they light upon, and they always delight the hearts of little children.
If my little sister comes to Boston next June, will you let me bring her to see you?
From your loving little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
I can hardly wait for June to come I am so eager to speak to her and to my precious little sister.
When I was a very little child I used to sit in my mother's lap all the time, because I was very timid, and did not like to be left by myself.
And I would keep my little hand on her face all the while, because it amused me to feel her face and lips move when she talked with people.
I tried to make sounds like my little playmates, but teacher told me that the voice was very delicate and sensitive and that it would injure it to make incorrect sounds, and promised to take me to see a kind and wise lady who would teach me rightly.
Now I am as happy as the little birds, because I can speak and perhaps I shall sing too.
Your loving little pupil, HELEN A. KELLER.
Mildred has grown much taller and stronger than she was when I went to Boston, and she is the sweetest and dearest little child in the world.
I am always happy and so was Little Lord Fauntleroy, but dear Little Jakey's life was full of sadness.
I hope you will write to your little friend when you have time.
From your loving little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
I can almost think I see you with your father and mother and little sister, with all the brightness of the beautiful country about you, and it makes me very glad to know how glad you are.
I wish I could see your little sister.
My Dear Little Friend Helen:
Everybody will feel an interest in dear little Helen; everybody will want to do something for her; and, if she becomes an ancient, gray-haired woman, she is still sure of being thoughtfully cared for.
Good-bye, dear little Helen!
Please tell the brave sailors, who have charge of the HELEN KELLER, that little Helen who stays at home will often think of them with loving thoughts.
With much love, from your little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
And my darling little sister, how I wish I could give her a hundred kisses!
Now, sweet mother, your little girl must say good-bye.
With much love to father, Mildred, you and all the dear friends, lovingly your little daughter, HELEN A. KELLER.
The sun knows that you like to see the world covered with beautiful white snow and so he kept back all his brightness, and let the little crystals form in the sky.
From your little friend HELEN A. KELLER.
They are going to send me some money for a poor little deaf and dumb and blind child.
His parents are too poor to pay to have the little fellow sent to school; so, instead of giving me a dog, the gentlemen are going to help make Tommy's life as bright and joyous as mine.
From your loving little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
I want you to see baby Tom, the little blind and deaf and dumb child who has just come to our pretty garden.
It is very beautiful to think that people far away in England feel sorry for a little helpless child in America.
You will be glad to hear that Tommy has a kind lady to teach him, and that he is a pretty, active little fellow.
Please think of me always as your loving little sister, HELEN KELLER.
From your loving little friend, HELEN KELLER.
He has found out that doors have locks, and that little sticks and bits of paper can be got into the key-hole quite easily; but he does not seem very eager to get them out after they are in.
I hope that good people will continue to work for Tommy until his fund is completed, and education has brought light and music into his little life.
From your little friend, HELEN KELLER.
Then I knew that you had not forgotten the dear little child, for the gift brought with it the thought of tender sympathy.
He is the same restless little creature he was when you saw him.
I tried to imagine my gentle poet when he was a school-boy, and I wondered if it was in Andover he learned the songs of the birds and the secrets of the shy little woodland children.
With much love and a kiss, from your little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
From your little friend HELEN KELLER.
Please give your dear aunt teacher's and my love and tell her that we enjoyed our little visit very much indeed.
You remember teacher and I told you Sunday that I wanted to have a little tea in aid of the kindergarten.
I shall be so disappointed if my little plans fail, because I have wanted for a long time to do something for the poor little ones who are waiting to enter the kindergarten.
Lovingly your little friend, HELEN KELLER.
Kind people will not disappoint me, when they know that I plead for helpless little children who live in darkness and ignorance.
Then I was like the little blind children who are waiting to enter the kindergarten.
But teacher came to me and taught my little fingers to use the beautiful key that has unlocked the door of my dark prison and set my spirit free.
Lovingly your little friend, HELEN KELLER.
I have a very pretty little cart now, and if it ever stops raining teacher and I are going to drive every evening.
My little brother, Phillips, is not well, and we think the clear mountain air will benefit him.
Mildred is a sweet little sister and I am sure you would love her.
Please kiss your dear little baby for me, and tell her I have a little brother nearly sixteen months old.
I suppose he has been too busy to write to his little friend.
Lovingly your little friend,
I would like to feel a parrot talk, it would be so much fun! but I would be pleased with, and love any little creature you send me.
Teacher said I was a little traitor.
Every day I find how little I know, but I do not feel discouraged since God has given me an eternity in which to learn more.
But in the meantime the club has rented a little room in a central part of the town, and the books which we already have are free to all. 3.
I did not like to trouble them while I was trying to get money for poor little Tommy, for of course it was more important that he should be educated than that my people should have books to read. 4.
I shall prize the little book always, not only for its own value; but because of its associations with you.
Dear me, what unbeautiful little beasts they are!
After my little "speech," we attended a reception at which over six hundred people were present.
The truth is, I know very little about bicycles.
By and by we shall take a little walk in the Public Gardens.
Why, only a little while ago people thought it quite impossible to teach the deaf-blind anything; but no sooner was it proved possible than hundreds of kind, sympathetic hearts were fired with the desire to help them, and now we see how many of those poor, unfortunate persons are being taught to see the beauty and reality of life.
You will be glad to hear that my mother, and little sister and brother are coming north to spend this summer with me.
My mother, and sister and little brother have been here five weeks, and our happiness knows no bounds.
Not only do we enjoy being together; but we also find our little home most delightful.
I stood in the middle of the church, where the vibrations from the great organ were strongest, and I felt the mighty waves of sound beat against me, as the great billows beat against a little ship at sea.
Last October I heard of an unusually bright little girl in Texas.
She could not even walk and had very little use of her hands.
When they tried to teach her to string beads, her little hands fell to her side.
The dear, sweet little girl, it makes my heart ache to think how utterly she is cut off from all that is good and desirable in life.
She said the poor young girl talked and acted exactly like a little child.
This little boy could speak two or three languages before he lost his hearing through sickness, and he is now only about five years old.
A little bird had already sung the good news in my ear; but it was doubly pleasant to have it straight from you.
When a psychologist asked her if Miss Keller spelled on her fingers in her sleep, Miss Sullivan replied that she did not think it worth while to sit up and watch, such matters were of so little consequence.
Music probably can mean little to her but beat and pulsation.
She is a good talker on the little occasional affairs of life.
True, her view of life is highly coloured and full of poetic exaggeration; the universe, as she sees it, is no doubt a little better than it really is.
She seems to have very little sense of direction.
She keeps the relative position of the keys by an occasional touch of the little finger on the outer edge of the board.
After thinking a little while, she added, 'I think Shakespeare made it very terrible so that people would see how fearful it is to do wrong.'
Then her teacher calls her an incorrigible little sermonizer, and she laughs at herself.
When she was told of the surrender of the brave little people, her face clouded and she was silent a few minutes.
I do not doubt that she derived from them much pleasure and not a little profit.
She helped me unpack my trunk when it came, and was delighted when she found the doll the little girls sent her.
I made the first row of vertical lines and let her feel it and notice that there were several rows of little holes.
I suppose I shall have many such battles with the little woman before she learns the only two essential things I can teach her, obedience and love.
Since I wrote you, Helen and I have gone to live all by ourselves in a little garden-house about a quarter of a mile from her home, only a short distance from Ivy Green, the Keller homestead.
I had an idea that I could win the love and confidence of my little pupil by the same means that I should use if she could see and hear.
The little house is a genuine bit of paradise.
But fortunately for us both, I am a little stronger, and quite as obstinate when I set out.
This lasted for several minutes; then this mood passed, and Nancy was thrown ruthlessly on the floor and pushed to one side, while a large, pink-cheeked, fuzzy-haired member of the family received the little mother's undivided attention.
The light of understanding has shone upon my little pupil's mind, and behold, all things are changed!
I don't agree with him; but I suppose we shall have to leave our little bower very soon.
I imagine she has been rather roughly handled sometimes by her little mistress.
I realize that it hurts to see their afflicted little child punished and made to do things against her will.
I thought I would try the effect of a little belated discipline.
After supper we go to my room and do all sorts of things until eight, when I undress the little woman and put her to bed.
Just then the nurse brought Helen's little sister into the pump-house, and Helen spelled "baby" and pointed to the nurse.
I have been observing Helen's little cousin lately.
We play a little game which I find most useful in developing the intellect, and which incidentally answers the purpose of a language lesson.
Again, when I hid the spool, she looked for it in a little box not more than an inch long; and she very soon gave up the search.
I used my little stock of beads, cards and straws at first because I didn't know what else to do; but the need for them is past, for the present at any rate.
Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots.
She led the way to the pump-house, and there in the corner was one of the setters with five dear little pups!
She screamed with glee when the little things squealed and squirmed in their efforts to get back to their mother, and spelled, "Baby--eat large."
After she had played with them a little while, the thought occurred to her that the puppies must have special names, like people, and she asked for the name of each pup.
When she touched her little sister, she said: "Baby--small. Puppy--very small."
Soon after, she began to vary her steps from large to small, and little mincing steps were "very small."
Near the landing there is a beautiful little spring, which Helen calls "squirrel-cup," because I told her the squirrels came there to drink.
Usually we take one of the little "Readers" up in a big tree near the house and spend an hour or two finding the words Helen already knows.
She is the dearest, cutest little thing now, and so loving!
She is much interested in some little chickens that are pecking their way into the world this morning.
Besides the chickens, we have several other additions to the family--two calves, a colt, and a penful of funny little pigs.
The little fellow who whirls his "New York Flyer" round the nursery, making "horseshoe curves" undreamed of by less imaginative engineers, is concentrating his whole soul on his toy locomotive.
My little pupil continues to manifest the same eagerness to learn as at first.
She is always ready to share whatever she has with those about her, often keeping but very little for herself.
It's the queerest thing I ever saw--a little bundle of fagots fastened together in the middle.
But the poor little girl couldn't fix her attention.
One of the girls taught her to dance the polka, and a little boy showed her his rabbits and spelled their names for her.
She was delighted, and showed her pleasure by hugging and kissing the little fellow, which embarrassed him very much.
We had Helen's picture taken with a fuzzy, red-eyed little poodle, who got himself into my lady's good graces by tricks and cunning devices known only to dogs with an instinct for getting what they want.
She snatched the letter and slapped the little hands soundly.
I suppose the little girls enjoyed Helen's letter.
Helen wrote another letter to the little girls yesterday, and her father sent it to Mr. Anagnos.
You have probably read, ere this, Helen's second letter to the little girls.
Just then the nurse came into the cistern-house bringing her little sister.
Taking the bullet she made her habitual sign for SMALL--that is, by pinching a little bit of the skin of one hand.
A few minutes afterward she felt of her little sister's head and said to her mother, "Mildred's head is small and hard."
One cute little fellow stole her hair-ribbon, and another tried to snatch the flowers out of her hat.
Some of them cried, and the wild man of Borneo shrank from her sweet little face in terror.
She has made me repeat the story of little Red Riding Hood so often that I believe I could say it backward.
I am teaching her little rhymes and verses, too.
Several little girls have learned to spell on their fingers and are very proud of the accomplishment.
One little chap, about seven, was persuaded to learn the letters, and he spelled his name for Helen.
One little girl had fewer presents than the rest, and Helen insisted on sharing her gifts with her.
It was the first snow I had seen here, and it made me a little homesick.
Constant repetition makes it easier to learn how to spell a word.
The other day Helen came across the word grandfather in a little story and asked her mother, "Where is grandfather?" meaning her grandfather.
How ridiculous it is to say I had drunk so copiously of the noble spirit of Dr. Howe that I was fired with the desire to rescue from darkness and obscurity the little Alabamian!
Dr. Hale claims kinship with Helen, and seems very proud of his little cousin.
She seemed to think at first that the children all belonged to the visiting ministers; but soon she recognized some little friends among them, and I told her the ministers didn't bring their children with them.
She wanted to show it to the little boy in the seat behind us.
Another said, "Damn me! but I'd give everything I own in the world to have that little girl always near me."
We visited a little school for the deaf.
In one room some little tots were standing before the blackboard, painfully constructing "simple sentences."
A little girl had written: I have a new dress.
A curly-headed little boy was writing: I have a large ball.
I asked her if the little girl who had written about the new dress was particularly pleased with her dress.
It seemed all so mechanical and difficult, my heart ached for the poor little children.
When her attention was drawn to a marble slab inscribed with the name FLORENCE in relief, she dropped upon the ground as though looking for something, then turned to me with a face full of trouble, and asked, "Were is poor little Florence?"
Turning to my friend, she asked, "Did you cry loud for poor little Florence?"
On her return to the house after her visit to the cemetery, she ran to the closet where these toys were kept, and carried them to my friend, saying, "They are poor little Florence's."
I put my little babies to sleep in Florence's little bed, and I take them to ride in her carriage.
Poor little Florence is dead.
Then it is beautiful to observe with what patience, sweetness, and perseverance Helen endeavours to bring the unruly fingers of her little friend into proper position.
Helen began to pull off the jacket, saying, "I must give it to a poor little strange girl."
It is pleasant, too, to note her thoughtfulness for little children, and her readiness to yield to their whims.
This morning teacher and I sat by the window and we saw a little boy walking on the sidewalk.
I do not know where he was going because he was a little strange boy.
He takes care of sixty little blind girls and seventy little blind boys.
Little blind girls sent me a pretty work-basket.
I will write little blind girls a letter to thank them.
Mr. Anagnos went to Louisville Monday to see little blind children.
Little chickens did get very cold and die.
Little calf does run and leap in field.
Little boy did love his calf.
I remember distinctly when she first attempted to read a little story.
The expression of the little girl's countenance showed that she was perplexed.
She ran her fingers along the lines, finding the words she knew and guessing at the meaning of others, in a way that would convince the most conservative of educators that a little deaf child, if given the opportunity, will learn to read as easily and naturally as ordinary children.
Little birds and chickens come out of eggs.
Please tell your little pupil many things when you have much time.
Then why did He let little sister fall this morning, and hurt her head so badly?
At first my little pupil's mind was all but vacant.
I believe every child has hidden away somewhere in his being noble capacities which may be quickened and developed if we go about it in the right way; but we shall never properly develop the higher natures of our little ones while we continue to fill their minds with the so-called rudiments.
Often I found her, when she had a little leisure, sitting in her favourite corner, in a chair whose arms supported the big volume prepared for the blind, and passing her finger slowly over the lines of Moliere's 'Le Medecin Malgre Lui,' chuckling to herself at the comical situations and humorous lines.
When Miss Sullivan went out in the barnyard and picked up a little chicken and talked to Helen about it, she was giving a kind of instruction impossible inside four walls, and impossible with more than one pupil at a time.
Her little hands felt every object and observed every movement of the persons about her, and she was quick to imitate these movements.
President Roosevelt had little difficulty last spring in making Miss Keller understand him, and especially requested Miss Sullivan not to spell into her hand.
If you knew all the joy I feel in being able to speak to you to-day, I think you would have some idea of the value of speech to the deaf, and you would understand why I want every little deaf child in all this great world to have an opportunity to learn to speak.
In mentioning a visit to Lexington, Mass., she writes: As we rode along we could see the forest monarchs bend their proud forms to listen to the little children of the woodlands whispering their secrets.
The anemone, the wild violet, the hepatica, and the funny little curled-up ferns all peeped out at us from beneath the brown leaves.
This is shown in a little story she wrote in October last at the home of her parents in Tuscumbia, which she called "Autumn Leaves."
She was at work upon it about two weeks, writing a little each day, at her own pleasure.
Helen wrote a little letter, and, enclosing the manuscript, forwarded both by mail to Mr. Anagnos for his birthday.
As he came in sight of the rose-bushes that grew near the side of the house, he suddenly clapped his hands, and with a little shout of joy stopped to look at them; they were all covered with lovely rosebuds.
We met a sweet little child.
She gave me a kiss and then ran away, because she was a shy little girl.
I wonder if you would like to have me tell you a pretty dream which I had a long time ago when I was a very little child?
I was a very happy little child with rosy cheeks, and large blue eyes, and the most beautiful golden ringlets you can imagine.
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
Lovingly your little friend and playmate, HELEN A. KELLER.
He has two neighbours, who live still farther north; one is King Winter, a cross and churlish old monarch, who is hard and cruel, and delights in making the poor suffer and weep; but the other neighbour is Santa Claus, a fine, good-natured, jolly old soul, who loves to do good, and who brings presents to the poor, and to nice little children at Christmas.
So he called together his merry little fairies, and showing them a number of jars and vases filled with gold and precious stones, told them to carry those carefully to the palace of Santa Claus, and give them to him with the compliments of King Frost.
The fairies promised obedience and soon started on their journey, dragging the great glass jars and vases along, as well as they could, and now and then grumbling a little at having such hard work to do, for they were idle fairies, and liked play better than work.
Their pleasure charmed away King Frost's anger, and he, too, began to admire the painted trees, and at last he said to himself, My treasures are not wasted if they make little children happy.
At a little distance from the palace we might easily mistake it for a mountain whose peaks were mounting heavenward to receive the last kiss of the departing day.
So he called together the merry little fairies of his household and, showing them the jars and vases containing his treasures, he bade them carry them to the palace of Santa Claus as quickly as they could.
The fairies promised obedience, and were off in a twinkling, dragging the heavy jars and vases along after them as well as they could, now and then grumbling a little at having such a hard task, for they were idle fairies and loved to play better than to work.
After awhile they came to a great forest and, being tired and hungry, they thought they would rest a little and look for nuts before continuing their journey.
At length every jar and vase was cracked or broken, and the precious stones they contained were melting, too, and running in little streams over the trees and bushes of the forest.
He said to himself, My treasures are not wasted if they make little children happy.
Now Helen, in her letter of February, 1890 (quoted above), alludes to this story of Miss Canby's as a dream "WHICH I HAD A LONG TIME AGO WHEN I WAS A VERY LITTLE CHILD."
In answer to my question she recited a part of the poem called 'Freaks of the Frost,' and she referred to a little piece about winter, in one of the school readers.
I have scarcely any doubt that Miss Canby's little book was read to Helen, by Mrs. Hopkins, in the summer of 1888.
On Miss Sullivan's return to Brewster, she read to Helen the story of "Little Lord Fauntleroy," which she had purchased in Boston for the purpose.
Surely the writer must become as a little child to see things like that.
This little story calls into life all the questions of language and the philosophy of style.
Writing of the moment when she learned that everything has a name, she says: We met the nurse carrying my little cousin; and teacher spelled 'baby.'
My mother sat beside my little bed and tried to soothe my feverish moans while in her troubled heart she prayed, "Father in Heaven, spare my baby's life!"
They did not know for some time after my recovery that the cruel fever had taken my sight and hearing; taken all the light and music and gladness out of my little life.
I would cling to my mother's dress as she went about her household duties, and my little hands felt every object and observed every motion, and in this way I learned a great many things.
When I was a little older I felt the need of some means of communication with those around me, and I began to make simple signs which my parents and friends readily understood; but it often happened that I was unable to express my thoughts intelligibly, and at such times I would give way to my angry feelings utterly....
A little later, when the rush and heat of achievement relax, we can begin to expect the appearance of grand men to celebrate in glorious poetry and prose the deeds and triumphs of the last few centuries.
When all outside is cold and white, when the little children of the woodland are gone to their nurseries in the warm earth, and the empty nests on the bare trees fill with snow, my window-garden glows and smiles, making summer within while it is winter without.
Beautiful flower, you have taught me to see a little way into the hidden heart of things.
My little Sabine farm is dear to me; for here I spend my happiest days, far from the noise and strife of the world.
You will export such articles as the country affords, purely native products, much ice and pine timber and a little granite, always in native bottoms.
With a little more wit we might use these materials so as to become richer than the richest now are, and make our civilization a blessing.
All very well perhaps from his point of view, but only a little better than the common dilettantism.
It was, for nearly two years after this, rye and Indian meal without yeast, potatoes, rice, a very little salt pork, molasses, and salt; and my drink, water.
Even the little variety which I used was a yielding to the demands of appetite, and not of health.
In cold weather it was no little amusement to bake several small loaves of this in succession, tending and turning them as carefully as an Egyptian his hatching eggs.
I look upon England today as an old gentleman who is travelling with a great deal of baggage, trumpery which has accumulated from long housekeeping, which he has not the courage to burn; great trunk, little trunk, bandbox, and bundle.
I confess that I have hitherto indulged very little in philanthropic enterprises.
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
It makes but little difference whether you are committed to a farm or the county jail.
The modern cheap and fertile press, with all its translations, has done little to bring us nearer to the heroic writers of antiquity.
There is a work in several volumes in our Circulating Library entitled "Little Reading," which I thought referred to a town of that name which I had not been to.
But consider how little this village does for its own culture.
Much is published, but little printed.
It was pleasant to see my whole household effects out on the grass, making a little pile like a gypsy's pack, and my three-legged table, from which I did not remove the books and pen and ink, standing amid the pines and hickories.
When the old bell-wether at the head rattles his bell, the mountains do indeed skip like rams and the little hills like lambs.
They who come rarely to the woods take some little piece of the forest into their hands to play with by the way, which they leave, either intentionally or accidentally.
I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.
Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended me.
In those driving northeast rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection.
We are the subjects of an experiment which is not a little interesting to me.
In the winter he had a fire by which at noon he warmed his coffee in a kettle; and as he sat on a log to eat his dinner the chickadees would sometimes come round and alight on his arm and peck at the potato in his fingers; and he said that he "liked to have the little fellers about him."
It matters little comparatively whether the fields fill the farmer's barns.
In clear weather, in summer, they appear blue at a little distance, especially if agitated, and at a great distance all appear alike.
I have said that Walden has no visible inlet nor outlet, but it is on the one hand distantly and indirectly related to Flint's Pond, which is more elevated, by a chain of small ponds coming from that quarter, and on the other directly and manifestly to Concord River, which is lower, by a similar chain of ponds through which in some other geological period it may have flowed, and by a little digging, which God forbid, it can be made to flow thither again.
They early introduce us to and detain us in scenery with which otherwise, at that age, we should have little acquaintance.
I have found repeatedly, of late years, that I cannot fish without falling a little in self-respect.
A little bread or a few potatoes would have done as well, with less trouble and filth.
It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.
The harp is the travelling patterer for the Universe's Insurance Company, recommending its laws, and our little goodness is all the assessment that we pay.
I watched a couple that were fast locked in each other's embraces, in a little sunny valley amid the chips, now at noonday prepared to fight till the sun went down, or life went out.
I had in my cellar a firkin of potatoes, about two quarts of peas with the weevil in them, and on my shelf a little rice, a jug of molasses, and of rye and Indian meal a peck each.
Hard green wood just cut, though I used but little of that, answered my purpose better than any other.
But the most luxuriously housed has little to boast of in this respect, nor need we trouble ourselves to speculate how the human race may be at last destroyed.
It would be easy to cut their threads any time with a little sharper blast from the north.
There are a few who remember his little patch among the walnuts, which he let grow up till he should be old and need them; but a younger and whiter speculator got them at last.
Here, by the very corner of my field, still nearer to town, Zilpha, a colored woman, had her little house, where she spun linen for the townsfolk, making the Walden Woods ring with her shrill singing, for she had a loud and notable voice.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying-ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord--where he is styled "Sippio Brister"--Scipio Africanus he had some title to be called--"a man of color," as if he were discolored.
Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died--blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring.
A little flock of these titmice came daily to pick a dinner out of my woodpile, or the crumbs at my door, with faint flitting lisping notes, like the tinkling of icicles in the grass, or else with sprightly day day day, or more rarely, in spring-like days, a wiry summery phe-be from the woodside.
So, also, every one who has waded about the shores of the pond in summer must have perceived how much warmer the water is close to the shore, where only three or four inches deep, than a little distance out, and on the surface where it is deep, than near the bottom.
The material was sand of every degree of fineness and of various rich colors, commonly mixed with a little clay.
Innumerable little streams overlap and interlace one with another, exhibiting a sort of hybrid product, which obeys half way the law of currents, and half way that of vegetation.
With the liability to accident, we must see how little account is to be made of it.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal.
This generation inclines a little to congratulate itself on being the last of an illustrious line; and in Boston and London and Paris and Rome, thinking of its long descent, it speaks of its progress in art and science and literature with satisfaction.
There is but little virtue in the action of masses of men.
When the majority shall at length vote for the abolition of slavery, it will be because they are indifferent to slavery, or because there is but little slavery left to be abolished by their vote.
The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her.
On his way to the aunt he bowed to the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate acquaintance.
The princess rested her bare round arm on a little table and considered a reply unnecessary.
The little princess had also left the tea table and followed Helene.
"Charming!" said Anna Pavlovna with an inquiring glance at the little princess.
"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.
Just then another visitor entered the drawing room: Prince Andrew Bolkonski, the little princess' husband.
Everything about him, from his weary, bored expression to his quiet, measured step, offered a most striking contrast to his quiet, little wife.
Do you consider that assassination shows greatness of soul? said the little princess, smiling and drawing her work nearer to her.
That was horrible! said the little princess, shrugging her shoulders.
"Go in, Annette, or you will catch cold," said the little princess, taking leave of Anna Pavlovna.
Anna Pavlovna had already managed to speak to Lise about the match she contemplated between Anatole and the little princess' sister-in-law.
Prince Hippolyte approached the little princess and, bending his face close to her, began to whisper something.
"They say the ball will be very good," replied the princess, drawing up her downy little lip.
I pity the poor husband, that little officer who gives himself the airs of a monarch.
The count jumped up and, swaying from side to side, spread his arms wide and threw them round the little girl who had run in.
By the grace of her movements, by the softness and flexibility of her small limbs, and by a certain coyness and reserve of manner, she reminded one of a pretty, half-grown kitten which promises to become a beautiful little cat.
The little kitten, feasting her eyes on him, seemed ready at any moment to start her gambols again and display her kittenish nature.
"What a charming creature your younger girl is," said the visitor; "a little volcano!"
Boris paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed a little dust from the sleeve of his uniform, and going up to a mirror examined his handsome face.
He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door.
"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen," she counted on her slender little fingers.
"Forever?" said the little girl.
"Vera," she said to her eldest daughter who was evidently not a favorite, "how is it you have so little tact?
It was pleasant and touching to see these little girls in love; but apparently the sight of them roused no pleasant feeling in Vera.
He said to me, 'I am sorry I can do so little for you, dear Princess.
"They give little hope," replied the prince.
The two younger ones were embroidering: both were rosy and pretty and they differed only in that one had a little mole on her lip which made her much prettier.
What are your commands, little countess?
"Oh, little countess!"... and the count began bustling to get out his pocketbook.
When Anna Mikhaylovna returned from Count Bezukhov's the money, all in clean notes, was lying ready under a handkerchief on the countess' little table, and Anna Mikhaylovna noticed that something was agitating her.
Pierre spoke little but examined the new faces, and ate a great deal.
Sometimes that same look fell on Pierre, and that funny lively little girl's look made him inclined to laugh without knowing why.
"You won't ask," Natasha's little brother was saying; "I know you won't ask!"
Sonya and fat little Petya doubled up with laughter.
I have asked, whispered Natasha to her little brother and to Pierre, glancing at him again.
After she had played a little air with variations on the harp, she joined the other young ladies in begging Natasha and Nicholas, who were noted for their musical talent, to sing something.
The little kitten brightened, its eyes shone, and it seemed ready to lift its tail, jump down on its soft paws, and begin playing with the ball of worsted as a kitten should.
And lowering his big arm he offered it to the slender little girl.
While the couples were arranging themselves and the musicians tuning up, Pierre sat down with his little partner.
The room was crowded with small pieces of furniture, whatnots, cupboards, and little tables.
The princess, holding her little dog on her lap with her thin bony hands, looked attentively into Prince Vasili's eyes evidently resolved not to be the first to break silence, if she had to wait till morning.
"And then of course my family has also to be considered," Prince Vasili went on, testily pushing away a little table without looking at her.
"Yes, yes, of course," interrupted Prince Vasili impatiently, rubbing his bald head and angrily pulling back toward him the little table that he had pushed away.
She pushed the little dog off her lap and smoothed her dress.
Pierre well remembered this small circular drawing room with its mirrors and little tables.
His cheeks, which were so flabby that they looked heavier below, were twitching violently; but he wore the air of a man little concerned in what the two ladies were saying.
Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him.
The little princess had grown stouter during this time, but her eyes and her short, downy, smiling lip lifted when she began to speak just as merrily and prettily as ever.
You are Mademoiselle Bourienne, said the little princess, kissing her.
The little princess entered the room.
The face of the little princess changed.
The prince stood still; his lively glittering eyes from under their thick, bushy eyebrows sternly scanned all present and rested on the little princess.
The little princess did not, or did not wish to, hear his words.
His son made no rejoinder, but it was evident that whatever arguments were presented he was as little able as his father to change his opinion.
The little princess during the whole discussion and the rest of the dinner sat silent, glancing with a frightened look now at her father-in- law and now at Princess Mary.
The little princess was in her sister-in-law's room.
The little princess, plump and rosy, was sitting in an easy chair with her work in her hands, talking incessantly, repeating Petersburg reminiscences and even phrases.
The members of the household were all gathered in the reception hall: Michael Ivanovich, Mademoiselle Bourienne, Princess Mary, and the little princess.
"Andrew, already!" said the little princess, turning pale and looking with dismay at her husband.
The little princess lay in the armchair, Mademoiselle Bourienne chafing her temples.
That's all right! said he; and looking angrily at the unconscious little princess, he shook his head reprovingly and slammed the door.
Rostov thrust the purse under the pillow and shook the damp little hand which was offered him.
"He's begun to go a little lame on the left foreleg," he added.
"If we get to Vienna I'll get rid of it there but in these wretched little towns there's nowhere to spend it," said he.
How can I go and apologize like a little boy asking forgiveness?
Down below, the little town could be seen with its white, red-roofed houses, its cathedral, and its bridge, on both sides of which streamed jostling masses of Russian troops.
"Would not your excellency like a little refreshment?" he said.
Have a little fun to pass the time.
The gun rang out with a deafening metallic roar, and a whistling grenade flew above the heads of our troops below the hill and fell far short of the enemy, a little smoke showing the spot where it burst.
Looking down over the rails Prince Nesvitski saw the rapid, noisy little waves of the Enns, which rippling and eddying round the piles of the bridge chased each other along.
You'd look fine, said a corporal, chaffing a thin little soldier who bent under the weight of his knapsack.
Nesvitski's handsome face looked out of the little window.
In the passage little Kozlovski was squatting on his heels in front of a clerk.
"If he is one of the ordinary little staff dandies sent to earn a medal he can get his reward just as well in the rearguard, but if he wishes to stay with me, let him... he'll be of use here if he's a brave officer," thought Bagration.
Now you, Captain, and he turned to a thin, dirty little artillery officer who without his boots (he had given them to the canteen keeper to dry), in only his stockings, rose when they entered, smiling not altogether comfortably.
Little Tushin, moving feebly and awkwardly, kept telling his orderly to "refill my pipe for that one!" and then, scattering sparks from it, ran forward shading his eyes with his small hand to look at the French.
Then a cheerful soldier ran up, begging a little fire for the infantry.
A nice little hot torch for the infantry!
For a moment he dozed, but in that short interval innumerable things appeared to him in a dream: his mother and her large white hand, Sonya's thin little shoulders, Natasha's eyes and laughter, Denisov with his voice and mustache, and Telyanin and all that affair with Telyanin and Bogdanich.
Pierre was so used to that smile, and it had so little meaning for him, that he paid no attention to it.
"Well, I will leave you in your little corner," came Anna Pavlovna's voice, "I see you are all right there."
A little later when he went up to the large circle, Anna Pavlovna said to him: "I hear you are refitting your Petersburg house?"
She says little, but what she does say is always clear and simple, so she is not stupid.
While the guests were taking their leave Pierre remained for a long time alone with Helene in the little drawing room where they were sitting.
The princess went up to the door, passed by it with a dignified and indifferent air, and glanced into the little drawing room.
Shaking himself, he rose, threw back his head, and with resolute steps went past the ladies into the little drawing room.
"It seems that there will be no need to bring Mary out, suitors are coming to us of their own accord," incautiously remarked the little princess on hearing the news.
And now, from the hints contained in his letter and given by the little princess, he saw which way the wind was blowing, and his low opinion changed into a feeling of contemptuous ill will.
The little princess was not unwell, but had such an overpowering fear of the prince that, hearing he was in a bad humor, she had decided not to appear.
When the little princess had grown accustomed to life at Bald Hills, she took a special fancy to Mademoiselle Bourienne, spent whole days with her, asked her to sleep in her room, and often talked with her about the old prince and criticized him.
The little princess was sitting at a small table, chattering with Masha, her maid.
The little princess and Mademoiselle Bourienne had already received from Masha, the lady's maid, the necessary report of how handsome the minister's son was, with his rosy cheeks and dark eyebrows, and with what difficulty the father had dragged his legs upstairs while the son had followed him like an eagle, three steps at a time.
"You know they've come, Marie?" said the little princess, waddling in, and sinking heavily into an armchair.
"No really, my dear, this dress is not pretty," said Lise, looking sideways at Princess Mary from a little distance.
It was not the dress, but the face and whole figure of Princess Mary that was not pretty, but neither Mademoiselle Bourienne nor the little princess felt this; they still thought that if a blue ribbon were placed in the hair, the hair combed up, and the blue scarf arranged lower on the best maroon dress, and so on, all would be well.
I prefer you in your little gray everyday dress.
"Come, dear princess," said Mademoiselle Bourienne, "just one more little effort."
The little princess, taking the dress from the maid, came up to Princess Mary.
"At least, change your coiffure," said the little princess.
Mademoiselle Bourienne and the little princess had to own to themselves that Princess Mary in this guise looked very plain, worse than usual, but it was too late.
When Princess Mary came down, Prince Vasili and his son were already in the drawing room, talking to the little princess and Mademoiselle Bourienne.
When she entered with her heavy step, treading on her heels, the gentlemen and Mademoiselle Bourienne rose and the little princess, indicating her to the gentlemen, said: "Voila Marie!"
She saw Prince Vasili's face, serious for an instant at the sight of her, but immediately smiling again, and the little princess curiously noting the impression "Marie" produced on the visitors.
Anatole stood with his right thumb under a button of his uniform, his chest expanded and his back drawn in, slightly swinging one foot, and, with his head a little bent, looked with beaming face at the princess without speaking and evidently not thinking about her at all.
Perhaps he did not really think this when he met women--even probably he did not, for in general he thought very little--but his looks and manner gave that impression.
The conversation was general and animated, thanks to Princess Lise's voice and little downy lip that lifted over her white teeth.
Prince Vasili readily adopted her tone and the little princess also drew Anatole, whom she hardly knew, into these amusing recollections of things that had never occurred.
And our little tea table?
"Why is it you were never at Annette's?" the little princess asked Anatole.
"And didn't Hippolyte tell you?" asked Prince Vasili, turning to his son and seizing the little princess' arm as if she would have run away and he had just managed to catch her, "didn't he tell you how he himself was pining for the dear princess, and how she showed him the door?
When he saw the pretty little Bourienne, Anatole came to the conclusion that he would not find Bald Hills dull either.
"Not at all bad!" he thought, examining her, "not at all bad, that little companion!
* The little one is charming.
Life without Princess Mary, little as he seemed to value her, was unthinkable to him.
He noticed the change in the little princess' dress, Mademoiselle Bourienne's ribbon, Princess Mary's unbecoming coiffure, Mademoiselle Bourienne's and Anatole's smiles, and the loneliness of his daughter amid the general conversation.
"It was my fault, mon pere," interceded the little princess, with a blush.
The little princess, like an old war horse that hears the trumpet, unconsciously and quite forgetting her condition, prepared for the familiar gallop of coquetry, without any ulterior motive or any struggle, but with naive and lighthearted gaiety.
But Anatole's expression, though his eyes were fixed on her, referred not to her but to the movements of Mademoiselle Bourienne's little foot, which he was then touching with his own under the clavichord.
Anatole went up to kiss the little princess' hand.
The little princess grumbled to her maid that her bed was badly made.
"I told you it was all lumps and holes!" the little princess repeated.
But, my dear, will you not give us a little hope of touching this heart, so kind and generous?
How tell the little countess!
"You are a little slyboots," she said.
As twenty years before, it seemed impossible that the little creature who lived somewhere under her heart would ever cry, suck her breast, and begin to speak, so now she could not believe that that little creature could be this strong, brave man, this model son and officer that, judging by this letter, he now was.
Boris, in the accurate way characteristic of him, was building a little pyramid of chessmen with his delicate white fingers while awaiting Berg's move, and watched his opponent's face, evidently thinking about the game as he always thought only of whatever he was engaged on.
In spite of Prince Andrew's disagreeable, ironical tone, in spite of the contempt with which Rostov, from his fighting army point of view, regarded all these little adjutants on the staff of whom the newcomer was evidently one, Rostov felt confused, blushed, and became silent.
And at every word he added: "But don't hurt my little horse!" and stroked the animal.
"But don't hurt my little horse!" said the Alsatian good-naturedly to Rostov when the animal was handed over to the hussar.
Napoleon, in the blue cloak which he had worn on his Italian campaign, sat on his small gray Arab horse a little in front of his marshals.
When the soldiers of the regiment in front of which Kutuzov was standing began to shout, he rode a little to one side and looked round with a frown.
Miloradovich wheeled his horse sharply and stationed himself a little behind the Emperor.
Prince Andrew, who was a little behind looking at them, turned to an adjutant to ask him for a field glass.
"Stop those wretches!" gasped Kutuzov to the regimental commander, pointing to the flying soldiers; but at that instant, as if to punish him for those words, bullets flew hissing across the regiment and across Kutuzov's suite like a flock of little birds.
It's all up now! he was told in Russian, German, and Czech by the crowd of fugitives who understood what was happening as little as he did.
Only a little earth crumbled from the bank under the horse's hind hoofs.
During this transfer he felt a little stronger and was able to look about him and even speak.
The soldiers who had carried Prince Andrew had noticed and taken the little gold icon Princess Mary had hung round her brother's neck, but seeing the favor the Emperor showed the prisoners, they now hastened to return the holy image.
Prince Andrew did not see how and by whom it was replaced, but the little icon with its thin gold chain suddenly appeared upon his chest outside his uniform.
He was already enjoying that happiness when that little Napoleon had suddenly appeared with his unsympathizing look of shortsighted delight at the misery of others, and doubts and torments had followed, and only the heavens promised peace.
And here's the little shop where we used to buy gingerbread!
They hardly gave one another time to ask questions and give replies concerning a thousand little matters which could not interest anyone but themselves.
Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
Curving her arms, Natasha held out her skirts as dancers do, ran back a few steps, turned, cut a caper, brought her little feet sharply together, and made some steps on the very tips of her toes.
A light footstep and the clinking of spurs were heard at the door, and the young count, handsome, rosy, with a dark little mustache, evidently rested and made sleeker by his easy life in Moscow, entered the room.
How little we dreamed of such a thing when we were rejoicing at his happiness!
When he had become a little quieter, he explained to Rostov that he was living with his mother, who, if she saw him dying, would not survive it.
She saw him tender and amused as he was when he put on the little icon.
Unobservant as was the little princess, these tears, the cause of which she did not understand, agitated her.
And the little princess began to cry capriciously like a suffering child and to wring her little hands even with some affectation.
And having taken off his cloak and felt boots, he went to the little princess' apartment.
The little princess lay supported by pillows, with a white cap on her head (the pains had just left her).
Three days later the little princess was buried, and Prince Andrew went up the steps to where the coffin stood, to give her the farewell kiss.
The old man too came up and kissed the waxen little hands that lay quietly crossed one on the other on her breast, and to him, too, her face seemed to say: "Ah, what have you done to me, and why?"
The wet nurse supported the coverlet with her chin, while the priest with a goose feather anointed the boy's little red and wrinkled soles and palms.
Little as Nicholas had occupied himself with Sonya of late, something seemed to give way within him at this news.
"My dear count, you were one of my best pupils--you must dance," said little Iogel coming up to Nicholas.
Noiselessly, skillfully stepping with his little feet in low shoes, Iogel flew first across the hall with Natasha, who, though shy, went on carefully executing her steps.
When it came to Natasha's turn to choose a partner, she rose and, tripping rapidly across in her little shoes trimmed with bows, ran timidly to the corner where Denisov sat.
An hour and a half later most of the players were but little interested in their own play.
Such a little while ago I came to this table with the thought of winning a hundred rubles to buy that casket for Mamma's name day and then going home.
Come now, just this one more little card!
I shall speak to him myself, said the countess, indignant that they should have dared to treat this little Natasha as grown up.
"I make bold to ask your excellency to move a little for this gentleman," said the postmaster, entering the room followed by another traveler, also detained for lack of horses.
And thou art more foolish and unreasonable than a little child, who, playing with the parts of a skillfully made watch, dares to say that, as he does not understand its use, he does not believe in the master who made it.
"Your joke is too bad, it's witty but unjust," said Anna Pavlovna, shaking her little shriveled finger at him.
When everybody rose to go, Helene who had spoken very little all the evening again turned to Boris, asking him in a tone of caressing significant command to come to her on Tuesday.
There were other guests and the countess talked little to him, and only as he kissed her hand on taking leave said unexpectedly and in a whisper, with a strangely unsmiling face: Come to dinner tomorrow... in the evening.
Princess Mary had ceased taking lessons in mathematics from her father, and when the old prince was at home went to his study with the wet nurse and little Prince Nicholas (as his grandfather called him).
The baby Prince Nicholas lived with his wet nurse and nurse Savishna in the late princess' rooms and Princess Mary spent most of the day in the nursery, taking a mother's place to her little nephew as best she could.
Mademoiselle Bourienne, too, seemed passionately fond of the boy, and Princess Mary often deprived herself to give her friend the pleasure of dandling the little angel--as she called her nephew--and playing with him.
Little Nicholas had been unwell for four days.
"If you please, your excellency, Petrusha has brought some papers," said one of the nursemaids to Prince Andrew who was sitting on a child's little chair while, frowning and with trembling hands, he poured drops from a medicine bottle into a wineglass half full of water.
There were in the room a child's cot, two boxes, two armchairs, a table, a child's table, and the little chair on which Prince Andrew was sitting.
Prince Andrew got up and went on tiptoe up to the little bed, wineglass in hand.
Prince Andrew longed to snatch up, to squeeze, to hold to his heart, this helpless little creature, but dared not do so.
He stood over him, gazing at his head and at the little arms and legs which showed under the blanket.
So the first task Pierre had to face was one for which he had very little aptitude or inclination--practical business.
"How easy it is, how little effort it needs, to do so much good," thought Pierre, "and how little attention we pay to it!"
What error or evil can there be in my wishing to do good, and even doing a little--though I did very little and did it very badly?
He paused a little while.
Make friends with my little fool, Princess Mary, he shouted after Pierre, through the door.
A little behind the hussars came Denisov, accompanied by two infantry officers with whom he was talking.
"Very well, then!" shouted the little officer, undaunted and not riding away.
It was a little different, more pungent, and one felt that this was where it originated.
The first person Rostov met in the officers' ward was a thin little man with one arm, who was walking about the first room in a nightcap and hospital dressing gown, with a pipe between his teeth.
"See where we've met again!" said the little man.
Only the man who had the next bed, a stout Uhlan, continued to sit on his bed, gloomily frowning and smoking a pipe, and little one-armed Tushin still listened, shaking his head disapprovingly.
They went into the little room where Boris slept.
"Well then, go, go, go..." said Rostov, and refusing supper and remaining alone in the little room, he walked up and down for a long time, hearing the lighthearted French conversation from the next room.
Napoleon slightly turned his head, and put his plump little hand out behind him as if to take something.
That way we shall be saying there is no God--nothing! shouted Nicholas, banging the table--very little to the point as it seemed to his listeners, but quite relevantly to the course of his own thoughts.
"My dear," Princess Mary entering at such a moment would say, "little Nicholas can't go out today, it's very cold."
He did not know Arakcheev personally, had never seen him, and all he had heard of him inspired him with but little respect for the man.
Having talked for a little while in the general circle, Speranski rose and coming up to Prince Andrew took him along to the other end of the room.
Closing his eyes, he bowed a la francaise, without taking leave, and trying to attract as little attention as possible, he left the room.
"Well, do you recognize your little madcap playmate?" asked the countess.
Seeing that her mother was still praying she ran on tiptoe to the bed and, rapidly slipping one little foot against the other, pushed off her slippers and jumped onto the bed the countess had feared might become her grave.
"Little countess!" the count's voice called from behind the door.
"Sonya?" she thought, glancing at that curled-up, sleeping little kitten with her enormous plait of hair.
Her little feet in their white satin dancing shoes did their work swiftly, lightly, and independently of herself, while her face beamed with ecstatic happiness.
Yes, that little Rostova is very charming.
He patted the little girl with his white hand and kissed her.
He was talking to the countess, and Natasha sat down beside a little chess table with Sonya, thereby inviting Prince Andrew to come too.
Princess Mary had two passions and consequently two joys--her nephew, little Nicholas, and religion--and these were the favorite subjects of the prince's attacks and ridicule.
"You want to make him"--little Nicholas--"into an old maid like yourself!
I do not think my brother will ever marry again, and certainly not her; and this is why: first, I know that though he rarely speaks about the wife he has lost, the grief of that loss has gone too deep in his heart for him ever to decide to give her a successor and our little angel a stepmother.
Yes, a nice stepmother little Nicholas will have!
She will be little Nicholas' stepmother and I'll marry Bourienne!...
There was one pilgrim, a quiet pockmarked little woman of fifty called Theodosia, who for over thirty years had gone about barefoot and worn heavy chains.
But afterwards, when she saw her father and especially little Koko (Nicholas), her resolve weakened.
She wept quietly, and felt that she was a sinner who loved her father and little nephew more than God.
His father and mother were much the same, only a little older.
When they had gone a little less than a mile, five more riders with dogs appeared out of the mist, approaching the Rostovs.
"A good thing too, little countess," said "Uncle," "only mind you don't fall off your horse," he added, "because--that's it, come on!--you've nothing to hold on to."
Suddenly the wolf's whole physiognomy changed: she shuddered, seeing what she had probably never seen before--human eyes fixed upon her--and turning her head a little toward Rostov, she paused.
Daniel rose a little, took a step, and with his whole weight, as if lying down to rest, fell on the wolf, seizing her by the ears.
"A fine little bitch, that!" said he in a careless tone.
Toward evening Ilagin took leave of Nicholas, who found that they were so far from home that he accepted "Uncle's" offer that the hunting party should spend the night in his little village of Mikhaylovna.
You see it's damp weather, and you could rest, and the little countess could be driven home in a trap.
Some five male domestic serfs, big and little, rushed out to the front porch to meet their master.
See, she's got a little hunting horn!
"Uncle" dismounted at the porch of his little wooden house which stood in the midst of an overgrown garden and, after a glance at his retainers, shouted authoritatively that the superfluous ones should take themselves off and that all necessary preparations should be made to receive the guests and the visitors.
"Take this, little Lady-Countess!" she kept saying, as she offered Natasha first one thing and then another.
He took the guitar a little above the fingerboard, arching his left elbow with a somewhat theatrical gesture, and, with a wink at Anisya Fedorovna, struck a single chord, pure and sonorous, and then quietly, smoothly, and confidently began playing in very slow time, not My Lady, but the well-known song: Came a maiden down the street.
"Well, little countess; that's it--come on!" cried "Uncle," with a joyous laugh, having finished the dance.
"Sit down with me a little," said the countess.
When I was quite little that used to be so with me.
Sonya kissed him full on the lips, and disengaging her little hands pressed them to his cheeks.
To her consternation she detected in herself in relation to little Nicholas some symptoms of her father's irritability.
The prince's house did not belong to what is known as fashionable society, but his little circle--though not much talked about in town-- was one it was more flattering to be received in than any other.
"May I stay a little longer?" he said, letting his stout body sink into an armchair beside her.
If only they knew how little I am concerned about any of them.
And feeling the bright light that flooded the whole place and the warm air heated by the crowd, Natasha little by little began to pass into a state of intoxication she had not experienced for a long while.
Natasha turned her pretty little head toward the elegant young officer and smiled at him over her bare shoulder.
"You know, I adore little girls, they lose their heads at once," pursued Anatole.
Later on she recalled how she had asked her father to let her go to the dressing room to rearrange her dress, that Helene had followed her and spoken laughingly of her brother's love, and that she again met Anatole in the little sitting room.
Balaga was a fair-haired, short, and snub-nosed peasant of about twenty- seven; red-faced, with a particularly red thick neck, glittering little eyes, and a small beard.
"That's the way," said Dolokhov, "and then so!" and he turned the collar up round her head, leaving only a little of the face uncovered.
The actions of Napoleon and Alexander, on whose words the event seemed to hang, were as little voluntary as the actions of any soldier who was drawn into the campaign by lot or by conscription.
So little was his rejoinder appreciated that Napoleon did not notice it at all and naively asked Balashev through what towns the direct road from there to Moscow passed.
Little Nicholas alone had changed.
He had grown, become rosier, had curly dark hair, and, when merry and laughing, quite unconsciously lifted the upper lip of his pretty little mouth just as the little princess used to do.
To the one camp belonged the old prince, Mademoiselle Bourienne, and the architect; to the other Princess Mary, Dessalles, little Nicholas, and all the old nurses and maids.
The old prince said that if he was ill it was only because of Princess Mary: that she purposely worried and irritated him, and that by indulgence and silly talk she was spoiling little Prince Nicholas.
She looked a little above Prince Andrew's head with the confident, accustomed look with which one looks at the place where a familiar portrait hangs.
Mary Hendrikhovna, a plump little blonde German, in a dressing jacket and nightcap, was sitting on a broad bench in the front corner.
It is not the sugar I want, but only that your little hand should stir my tea.
"She really is a dear little thing," said Rostov to Ilyin, who was following him.
The symptoms of Natasha's illness were that she ate little, slept little, coughed, and was always low-spirited.
In spite of the many pills she swallowed and the drops and powders out of the little bottles and boxes of which Madame Schoss who was fond of such things made a large collection, and in spite of being deprived of the country life to which she was accustomed, youth prevailed.
The countess, with a cheerful expression on her face, looked down at her nails and spat a little for luck as she returned to the drawing room.
The only thing that made Princess Mary anxious about him was that he slept very little and, instead of sleeping in his study as usual, changed his sleeping place every day.
But these sounds were hardly heard in comparison with the noise of the firing outside the town and attracted little attention from the inhabitants.
The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly impassive on the face of a loved one who is dead, tapping the last on which he was making the bast shoe, and two little girls, running out from the hot house carrying in their skirts plums they had plucked from the trees there, came upon Prince Andrew.
Believing their danger past, they sprang from their ambush and, chirruping something in their shrill little voices and holding up their skirts, their bare little sunburned feet scampered merrily and quickly across the meadow grass.
The morning after little Nicholas had left, the old prince donned his full uniform and prepared to visit the commander-in-chief.
A large crowd of militiamen and domestics were moving toward her, and in their midst several men were supporting by the armpits and dragging along a little old man in a uniform and decorations.
By the time they reached Bogucharovo, Dessalles and the little prince had already left for Moscow.
"He is a little better today," said he.
Then they dressed him in uniform with his decorations and placed his shriveled little body on a table.
"Oh, if anyone knew how little anything matters to me now," she said.
Discharge me, little mother, for God's sake!
"No, there's not much to be amused at here," said Rostov, and rode on a little way.
You begrudged your lump of a son," a little old man suddenly began attacking Dron-- "and so they took my Vanka to be shaved for a soldier!
As soon as Rostov, followed by Ilyin, Lavrushka, and Alpatych, came up to the crowd, Karp, thrusting his fingers into his belt and smiling a little, walked to the front.
He sat heavily and swayed limply on his brisk little horse.
Before the battle of Borodino our strength in proportion to the French was about as five to six, but after that battle it was little more than one to two: previously we had a hundred thousand against a hundred and twenty thousand; afterwards little more than fifty thousand against a hundred thousand.
The driver in his bast shoes ran panting up to it, placed a stone under one of its tireless hind wheels, and began arranging the breech-band on his little horse.
But beneath the slope, by the cart with the wounded near the panting little nag where Pierre stood, it was damp, somber, and sad.
When he had ascended the hill and reached the little village street, he saw for the first time peasant militiamen in their white shirts and with crosses on their caps, who, talking and laughing loudly, animated and perspiring, were at work on a huge knoll overgrown with grass to the right of the road.
Following the battalion that marched along the dusty road came priests in their vestments--one little old man in a hood with attendants and singers.
The officers said that either Napoleon or Murat was there, and they all gazed eagerly at this little group of horsemen.
Having inspected the country opposite the Shevardino Redoubt, Napoleon pondered a little in silence and then indicated the spots where two batteries should be set up by the morrow to act against the Russian entrenchments, and the places where, in line with them, the field artillery should be placed.
The panes were rattling in the little windows and his groom was shaking him.
From the left, over fields and bushes, those large balls of smoke were continually appearing followed by their solemn reports, while nearer still, in the hollows and woods, there burst from the muskets small cloudlets that had no time to become balls, but had their little echoes in just the same way.
A little behind the guns stood infantry.
They gave little jumps as they walked, as though they were on springs.
All their rushing and galloping at one another did little harm, the harm of disablement and death was caused by the balls and bullets that flew over the fields on which these men were floundering about.
"Wait a little, gentlemen," said he.
Some built little houses of the tufts in the plowed ground, or plaited baskets from the straw in the cornfield.
"Look out!" came a frightened cry from a soldier and, like a bird whirring in rapid flight and alighting on the ground, a shell dropped with little noise within two steps of Prince Andrew and close to the battalion commander's horse.
One of the doctors came out of the tent in a bloodstained apron, holding a cigar between the thumb and little finger of one of his small bloodstained hands, so as not to smear it.
He evidently wanted a little respite.
For a little while he was left alone and involuntarily witnessed what was taking place on the other two tables.
Chubby little Dokhturov was listening attentively with eyebrows raised and arms folded on his stomach.
His glance met Malasha's, and the expression of his eyes caused the little girl to smile.
"Would you like a little mash?" the first soldier asked, and handed Pierre a wooden spoon after licking it clean.
Berg drove up to his father-in-law's house in his spruce little trap with a pair of sleek roans, exactly like those of a certain prince.
One little moment, said she.
On benches round the tables in a dirty little room sat some ten factory hands.
The young man in the fur-lined coat, stooping a little, stood in a submissive attitude, his fingers clasped before him.
The German who knew little French, answered the two first questions by giving the names of his regiment and of his commanding officer, but in reply to the third question which he did not understand said, introducing broken French into his own German, that he was the quartermaster of the regiment and his commander had ordered him to occupy all the houses one after another.
Morel will warm us up another little bottle.
It's more to the left, why, Little Mytishchi is over there, and this is right on the other side.
But in the yard there was a light from the fire at Little Mytishchi a mile and a half away, and through the night came the noise of people shouting at a tavern Mamonov's Cossacks had set up across the street, and the adjutant's unceasing moans could still be heard.
Natasha did not move, though her little bare foot, thrust out from under the quilt, was growing cold on the bare floor.
He was dissatisfied because he knew by experience that if his patient did not die now, he would do so a little later with greater suffering.
Prince Andrew collected all his strength in an effort to recover his senses, he moved a little, and suddenly there was a ringing in his ears, a dimness in his eyes, and like a man plunged into water he lost consciousness.
She screamed desperately and angrily and tried with her little hands to pull Pierre's hands away and to bite them with her slobbering mouth.
Pierre was seized by a sense of horror and repulsion such as he had experienced when touching some nasty little animal.
Having run through different yards and side streets, Pierre got back with his little burden to the Gruzinski garden at the corner of the Povarskoy.
She had now become quiet and, clinging with her little hands to Pierre's coat, sat on his arm gazing about her like some little wild animal.
He fancied he saw something pathetically innocent in that frightened, sickly little face.
She was sitting on some bundles a little behind the old woman, and looked from under her long lashes with motionless, large, almond-shaped eyes at the ground before her.
One of these, a nimble little man, was wearing a blue coat tied round the waist with a rope.
The little barefooted Frenchman in the blue coat went up to the Armenians and, saying something, immediately seized the old man by his legs and the old man at once began pulling off his boots.
The little Frenchman had secured his second boot and was slapping one boot against the other.
A little man in Russian civilian clothes rode out from the ranks, and by his clothes and manner of speaking Pierre at once knew him to be a French salesman from one of the Moscow shops.
His elation increased at the sight of the little girl he had saved.
I sent to ask for news, and hear that she is a little better.
In Petersburg and in the provinces at a distance from Moscow, ladies, and gentlemen in militia uniforms, wept for Russia and its ancient capital and talked of self-sacrifice and so on; but in the army which retired beyond Moscow there was little talk or thought of Moscow, and when they caught sight of its burned ruins no one swore to be avenged on the French, but they thought about their next pay, their next quarters, of Matreshka the vivandiere, and like matters.
The governor was a brisk little man, very simple and affable.
All the evening Nicholas paid attention to a blue-eyed, plump and pleasing little blonde, the wife of one of the provincial officials.
When he had parted from Malvintseva Nicholas wished to return to the dancing, but the governor's little wife placed her plump hand on his sleeve and, saying that she wanted to have a talk with him, led him to her sitting room, from which those who were there immediately withdrew so as not to be in her way.
"Do you know, dear boy," began the governor's wife with a serious expression on her kind little face, "that really would be the match for you: would you like me to arrange it?"
"What a matchmaker you are, Aunt..." said Nicholas, kissing her plump little hand.
When a pause occurred during his short visit, Nicholas, as is usual when there are children, turned to Prince Andrew's little son, caressing him and asking whether he would like to be an hussar.
He had pictured each of those young ladies as almost all honest-hearted young men do, that is, as a possible wife, adapting her in his imagination to all the conditions of married life: a white dressing gown, his wife at the tea table, his wife's carriage, little ones, Mamma and Papa, their relations to her, and so on--and these pictures of the future had given him pleasure.
He stood a little behind the governor and held himself with military decorum through the service, meditating on a great variety of subjects.
Reveries about Sonya had had something merry and playful in them, but to dream of Princess Mary was always difficult and a little frightening.
The little fellow, giving Pierre no time to betray his confusion, instantly continued in the same pleasant tones:
And the soldier, pushing away a little dog that was jumping up at him, returned to his place and sat down.
"Tss, tt...!" said the little man.
"Where there's law there's injustice," put in the little man.
"Well, and have you little ones?" he went on asking.
But he, my younger brother, had five little ones, while I, you see, only left a wife behind.
We had a little girl, but God took her before I went as a soldier.
They called him "little falcon" or "Platosha," chaffed him good-naturedly, and sent him on errands.
With her traveled Mademoiselle Bourienne, little Nicholas and his tutor, her old nurse, three maids, Tikhon, and a young footman and courier her aunt had sent to accompany her.
What "still the same" might mean Princess Mary did not ask, but with an unnoticed glance at little seven-year-old Nicholas, who was sitting in front of her looking with pleasure at the town, she bowed her head and did not raise it again till the heavy coach, rumbling, shaking and swaying, came to a stop.
Is this his son? said the countess, turning to little Nicholas who was coming in with Dessalles.
The princess looked round and saw Natasha coming in, almost running-- that Natasha whom she had liked so little at their meeting in Moscow long since.
They sat a little while downstairs near his room till they had left off crying and were able to go to him with calm faces.
"And have you brought little Nicholas?" he asked in the same slow, quiet manner and with an obvious effort to remember.
Princess Mary suddenly said in a trembling voice, would you like to see little Nicholas?
When little Nicholas was brought into Prince Andrew's room he looked at his father with frightened eyes, but did not cry, because no one else was crying.
When Princess Mary began to cry, he understood that she was crying at the thought that little Nicholas would be left without a father.
Prince Andrew's little son was seven.
Little Nicholas cried because his heart was rent by painful perplexity.
The officer snatched a little food at a comrade's, and rode again to the vanguard to find Miloradovich.
All this had to be dealt with, the prisoners and guns secured, the booty divided--not without some shouting and even a little fighting among themselves--and it was on this that the Cossacks all busied themselves.
Adjutants and generals galloped about, shouted, grew angry, quarreled, said they had come quite wrong and were late, gave vent to a little abuse, and at last gave it all up and went forward, simply to get somewhere.
"He's having a little fun at my expense," said Ermolov softly, nudging with his knee Raevski who was at his side.
If not, the Guards will not so much as see a little smoke.
Early in the morning of the sixth of October Pierre went out of the shed, and on returning stopped by the door to play with a little blue- gray dog, with a long body and short bandy legs, that jumped about him.
This little dog lived in their shed, sleeping beside Karataev at night; it sometimes made excursions into the town but always returned again.
Another, a thin little officer, was speaking to everyone, conjecturing where they were now being taken and how far they would get that day.
And the quiet little Dokhturov rode thither, and Borodino became the greatest glory of the Russian army.
A little ahead of them walked a peasant guide, wet to the skin and wearing a gray peasant coat and a white knitted cap.
Tikhon with equal accuracy would split logs with blows at arm's length, or holding the head of the ax would cut thin little pegs or carve spoons.
They rushed at me with their little swords.
"Yes, he's a poor little fellow," said Denisov, who evidently saw nothing shameful in this reminder.
A poor little fellow, Denisov repeated.
They spoke little even to one another, and when they did it was of very unimportant matters.
Kutuzov rode to Dobroe on his plump little white horse, followed by an enormous suite of discontented generals who whispered among themselves behind his back.
A courier who galloped to the castle in advance, in a troyka with three foam-flecked horses, shouted "Coming!" and Konovnitsyn rushed into the vestibule to inform Kutuzov, who was waiting in the hall porter's little lodge.
Dessalles' voice was heard outside the door asking whether little Nicholas might come in to say good night.
When on saying good-by he took her thin, slender hand, he could not help holding it a little longer in his own.
She spoke little of Pierre, but when Princess Mary mentioned him a long-extinguished light once more kindled in her eyes and her lips curved with a strange smile.
"Can she have loved my brother so little as to be able to forget him so soon?" she thought when she reflected on the change.
She had all that people are valued for, but little that could have made him love her.
With Mademoiselle Bourienne's help the princess had maintained the conversation very well, but at the very last moment, just when he rose, she was so tired of talking of what did not interest her, and her mind was so full of the question why she alone was granted so little happiness in life, that in a fit of absent-mindedness she sat still, her luminous eyes gazing fixedly before her, not noticing that he had risen.
I have had so little happiness in life that every loss is hard for me to bear....
And without a word to his wife he went to the little sitting room and lay down on the sofa.
She sat down and played with them a little, but the thought of her husband and his unreasonable crossness worried her.
Little Andrew, her eldest boy, imitating his mother, followed her on tiptoe.
Countess Mary looked round, saw little Andrew following her, felt that Sonya was right, and for that very reason flushed and with evident difficulty refrained from saying something harsh.
And at that moment little Andrew shouted from outside the door: Papa!
Five minutes later little black-eyed three-year-old Natasha, her father's pet, having learned from her brother that Papa was asleep and Mamma was in the sitting room, ran to her father unobserved by her mother.
"No, Mamma, he doesn't want to sleep," said little Natasha with conviction.
"You can see the woman in her already," she said in French, pointing to little Natasha.
And Nicholas, taking his little daughter in his strong hand, lifted her high, placed her on his shoulder, held her by the legs, and paced the room with her.
In her absence Nicholas allowed himself to give his little daughter a gallop round the room.
It's time you two were parted, she added, looking smilingly at the little girl who clung to her father.
Cautiously withdrawing her breast, Natasha rocked him a little, handed him to the nurse, and went with rapid steps toward the door.
But in spite of much that was interesting and had to be discussed, the baby with the little cap on its unsteady head evidently absorbed all his attention.
When I take little Masha into society?
"It seems a little warmer today, my dear," she would murmur.
Only the really heartless, the stupid ones of that household, and the little children failed to understand this and avoided her.
"Finished, finished!" little Natasha's gleeful yell rose above them all.
The men went into the study and little Nicholas Bolkonski followed them unnoticed by his uncle and sat down at the writing table in a shady corner by the window.
When they all got up to go in to supper, little Nicholas Bolkonski went up to Pierre, pale and with shining, radiant eyes.
(She meant her little son.)
Meanwhile downstairs in young Nicholas Bolkonski's bedroom a little lamp was burning as usual.
Little Nicholas, who had just waked up in a cold perspiration, sat up in bed and gazed before him with wide-open eyes.
Little Nicholas turned to look at Pierre but Pierre was no longer there.
In his place was his father-- Prince Andrew--and his father had neither shape nor form, but he existed, and when little Nicholas perceived him he grew faint with love: he felt himself powerless, limp, and formless.
If we examine a man little dependent on external conditions, whose action was performed very recently, and the causes of whose action are beyond our ken, we get the conception of a minimum of inevitability and a maximum of freedom.
You always look neat and clean - even if you are a little out of style.
Carmen said, grabbing her hand and kissing the chubby little fingers.
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
Jonathan wants a little brother, not a little sister.
Placing it in a little plate, he cut it up in small pieces.
You're going a little fast.
By the time she got back to the barn, little Adora was already scrambling to her feet.
June leaped into July and Random gave birth to a little filly for Jonathan.
"Not a very pretty one," he answered, as if a little ashamed.
But he did not wish the little girl to think him a coward, so he advanced slowly to the edge of the roof.
"Nonsense!" said the little man, turning red--although just then a ray of violet sunlight was on his round face.
He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long.
"But why destroy my friends?" asked the little Wizard.
The little pigs had stood huddled in a group, watching this scene with frightened eyes.
The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the glass partition of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning.
Please, Mr. Wizard, may I eat just one of the fat little piglets?
If you behave, and don't scare the little pigs, I'm sure they'll grow very fond of you.
He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands.
"Never mind, my little fellows," said Mr. Lincoln "I will put you in your own cozy little bed."
He put the birds softly, one by one, into their warm little home.
With one hand the little boy clung to his sister's arm, and with the other he held his primer.
Very little would change in this seventy-year stretch of life.
It was, however—and this is sure to earn me the wrath of many humanities professors—a time of surprisingly little originality.
One was black as ebony, with little bunches of fuzzy hair tied with shoestrings sticking out all over her head like corkscrews.
You know--under the paperweight on the little table.
Riding past the pond where there used always to be dozens of women chattering as they rinsed their linen or beat it with wooden beetles, Prince Andrew noticed that there was not a soul about and that the little washing wharf, torn from its place and half submerged, was floating on its side in the middle of the pond.
The officer, Timokhin, with his red little nose, standing on the dam wiping himself with a towel, felt confused at seeing the prince, but made up his mind to address him nevertheless.
He didn't need any preconceived ideas about his little brother or sister.
Allen had been drinking at the party a little more than usual.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
The three men, as they passed, looked down and saw the little birds fluttering in the cold, wet grass.
For a long time I regarded my little sister as an intruder.
But while himself remaining, he gave instructions for the departure of the princess and Dessalles with the little prince to Bogucharovo and thence to Moscow.
"No," answered the little man, in a puzzled tone.
Seeing the position we are in, I think there is little need for discussion.
As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl.
"I have something here for little Edward," he said.
When I go to far-flung places, I often know little of local customs and, through ignorance, I have committed more than one faux pas.
I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama.
When I was about five years old we moved from the little vine-covered house to a large new one.
A little serf boy, seeing Prince Andrew, ran into the house.
The noise of wheels, hoofs, and bells was heard from the gateway as a little trap passed out.