Even Mrs. Reynolds pitched in with some stuffed animals - a giraffe and horse.
The driver pitched her old clothes in the boot and helped her into the stage.
Cade came through the kitchen door and pitched his hat on the peg.
"Hold that thought," He pitched the apron at Chet.
I was the first one to the accident scene and I pitched the bottle—the only bottle.
A scream—not the blood-curdling variety, more a high-pitched screech—from upstairs broke his reverie.
Carmen pitched the disposable diaper in the trash and hefted Destiny from the changing table.
"Hi," she said in a high pitched voice just as a loud ringing sound came from her luggage.
Pitched to the other end of the cabin, the two soldiers had strapped themselves in.
I pitched out the junk mail and paid the bills.
The two men were sitting outside Dean's recently-pitched tent in Cortez, Colorado.
When they had crossed the field to the spot where Dean's tent was pitched, he began to dismantle it.
She pitched it in the trash and then paused at the door.
Jenn covered her ears against the high-pitched wail of magic.
The woman's voice was high-pitched and nasally.
She soon heard Toni's high-pitched laugh as the woman started the interview with Xander.
She gave another high-pitched whinny and posed beside him.
Alexander turned, and near the town of Issus fought his second pitched battle, sending Darius and the relic of his army in wild flight back to the east.'
This proved to be the last pitched battle of the war, the Danes never again venturing to attack their once more invincible enemy in the open field.
Saturninus, defeated in a pitched battle in the Forum (Dec. 10), took refuge with his followers in the Capitol, where, the water supply having been cut off, they were forced to capitulate.
Coriolanus pitched his camp quite near to the city.
Amid the smoke, deafened by the incessant reports which always made him jump, Tushin not taking his pipe from his mouth ran from gun to gun, now aiming, now counting the charges, now giving orders about replacing dead or wounded horses and harnessing fresh ones, and shouting in his feeble voice, so high pitched and irresolute.
Early in the morning of the twelfth of June he came out of his tent, which was pitched that day on the steep left bank of the Niemen, and looked through a spyglass at the streams of his troops pouring out of the Vilkavisski forest and flowing over the three bridges thrown across the river.
Sonya read painstakingly in her high-pitched voice.