We've got a meeting at two and it's almost one-thirty now.
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
Let's go do the chores one last time before we leave.
One brow shot up.
Lifting the skirt slightly with one hand so she wouldn't trip on it, she let the other hand slide lightly down the banister for added balance.
First of all, I wasn't the only one involved.
No, this one is ours.
At once a little girl rose from her seat and walked to the door of the car, carrying a wicker suit-case in one hand and a round bird-cage covered up with newspapers in the other, while a parasol was tucked under her arm.
"Not a very pretty one," he answered, as if a little ashamed.
"One person cannot be called 'people,'" said the Sorcerer.
So he placed Dorothy upon one side of him and the boy upon the other and set a lantern upon each of their heads.
"That is the one evil of our country," answered the invisible man.
I manufactured a large quantity of these post-holes, and having no room in which to store them I set them all end to end and put the top one in the ground.
"It seems we were mistaken," declared a third, looking at the kitten timorously, "no one with such murderous desires should belong to our party, I'm sure."
One little boy chose "The Horse."
They counted them and were surprised to find that not one lamb of the great flock of seven hundred was missing.
He tried first one plan and then another; but none of them proved anything at all.
Then, one evening when the shepherd came home from a visit to the city, he was delighted to see the children running out to meet him.
Some time later, the shepherd went to the city and told the king that the children had learned to speak one word, but how or from whom, he did not know.
Then the king called one of the wisest scholars in Egypt and asked him what the word meant.
This was an odd way of proving something, for, as every one can readily see, it proved nothing.
It seemed as if no one saw that coming because, frankly, no one could conceive of it happening.
One friend suggests she advertise on dating sites.
Almost everyone creates, in one form or another.
In 2010, people were uploading one hundred million photos on Facebook every single day.
We can be sure of one thing: Cartoonist Bill Watterson is a Michelangelo.
That is true from one end of the spectrum, with Bill Gates and Warren Buffet calling on the wealthy to give away half of all of their wealth, to the success of initiatives like "Tom's Shoes," where a pair of shoes is donated in the developing world for each pair you buy.
One can almost picture him, sandwich in hand, slack-jawed in surprise.
One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education--rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his.
At six months I could pipe out "How d'ye," and one day I attracted every one's attention by saying "Tea, tea, tea" quite plainly.
Early one morning, however, the fever left me as suddenly and mysteriously as it had come.
There was great rejoicing in the family that morning, but no one, not even the doctor, knew that I should never see or hear again.
One day some gentlemen called on my mother, and I felt the shutting of the front door and other sounds that indicated their arrival.
On a sudden thought I ran upstairs before any one could stop me, to put on my idea of a company dress.
The guinea-fowl likes to hide her nest in out-of-the-way places, and it was one of my greatest delights to hunt for the eggs in the long grass.
Samuel Laing says that "the Laplander in his skin dress, and in a skin bag which he puts over his head and shoulders, will sleep night after night on the snow... in a degree of cold which would extinguish the life of one exposed to it in any woollen clothing."
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.
Formerly, when how to get my living honestly, with freedom left for my proper pursuits, was a question which vexed me even more than it does now, for unfortunately I am become somewhat callous, I used to see a large box by the railroad, six feet long by three wide, in which the laborers locked up their tools at night; and it suggested to me that every man who was hard pushed might get such a one for a dollar, and, having bored a few auger holes in it, to admit the air at least, get into it when it rained and at night, and hook down the lid, and so have freedom in his love, and in his soul be free.
Such a lodge was in the first instance constructed in a day or two at most, and taken down and put up in a few hours; and every family owned one, or its apartment in one.
In the savage state every family owns a shelter as good as the best, and sufficient for its coarser and simpler wants; but I think that I speak within bounds when I say that, though the birds of the air have their nests, and the foxes their holes, and the savages their wigwams, in modern civilized society not more than one half the families own a shelter.
But, answers one, by merely paying this tax, the poor civilized man secures an abode which is a palace compared with the savage's.
It is true, the encumbrances sometimes outweigh the value of the farm, so that the farm itself becomes one great encumbrance, and still a man is found to inherit it, being well acquainted with it, as he says.
Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling? said Anna Pavlovna.
That is the one thing I have faith in!
A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families.
He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones.
With the exception of the aunt, beside whom sat only one elderly lady, who with her thin careworn face was rather out of place in this brilliant society, the whole company had settled into three groups.
One, chiefly masculine, had formed round the abbe.
As a clever maitre d'hotel serves up as a specially choice delicacy a piece of meat that no one who had seen it in the kitchen would have cared to eat, so Anna Pavlovna served up to her guests, first the vicomte and then the abbe, as peculiarly choice morsels.