Your aunt and uncle seem pretty fond of you.
Oh, what a pretty sound it made!
We just turned off the highway, so we'll be there pretty soon.
It was a pretty place, with vines growing thickly over the broad front porch.
Truthfully, it is pretty awful.
Believe me, I'm pretty secure here and I've been careful.
"You'll have to get used to it pretty soon," she said.
You're pretty well armed for a social visit.
"What do you want, my pretty?" said Ilyin with a smile.
I heard she was pretty humiliated when she found out.
Should he buy a pretty toy?
Well, he has a home office and he goes there pretty often, but I can't figure out what he's doing.
The pretty young girl materialized, hair wet and smiling, dressed in a new bathrobe Betsy had purchased.
Where's the pretty girl?
No need to cry on such a pretty day, little one.
"As dead as poss'ble would be pretty dead, wouldn't it?" asked Dorothy.
Then he thought what a pretty picture might be made of his sister's sweet face and little hands.
From what I hear, he's pretty... frugal; I guess would be the best word.
Julie was a pretty girl, in her mid-twenties, I guessed.
"I'm pretty sure he gets the picture," Damian said, unable to help his amusement.
He used to be a pretty good mechanic.
It's pretty long already.
You finish your thoughts out loud pretty often.
She was so pretty I'm saddened she's gone so soon.
The rainbow tints from the colored suns fell upon the glass city softly and gave to the buildings many delicate, shifting hues which were very pretty to see.
Third, pretty much everything we know is published on the Internet and can be found in moments, if not seconds.
Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her burden so lightly.
As a matter of fact, I'm beginning to feel pretty good.
Yeah, well she probably never took a whip to your father, but there's always a first time, Anyway, I guess she was pretty worked up.
It was like walking in water and I almost lost my balance but after a few steps, I could control my motion pretty well.
It's pretty damn late.
Usually when he awoke with a hard-on and a woman in his bed, what happened next was pretty straightforward.
But never mind; something will happen pretty soon.
He had made his leap, he had seen the great world, and was content to stay in his pretty glass house under the big fuchsia tree until he attained the dignity of froghood.
Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things.
It was a pretty game, played on the smooth surface of the pond, a man against a loon.
Sorry. That was a pretty blatant case of prying, wasn't it?
The man before her looked pretty human himself, with beautiful brown eyes and a body unlike any she'd seen before.
That type of heartache is rough, but I came to peace with it and was pretty happy with my expulsion, until a few days ago.
How pretty the baby was!
First, the technology can be abused and used irresponsibly, like pretty much every other technology in the world.
A very pretty curly-headed boy with a look of the Christ in the Sistine Madonna was depicted playing at stick and ball.
Molly O'Malley was a pretty child, easily recognized as Julie's daughter with her long blond hair and beautiful eyes.
And delight of delights; there's a pretty young girl in the game!
Her favorite feature, her eyes, had always been a pretty shade of turquoise.
He was not a pretty boy but a man with rugged, bad-boy beauty and a slow sensuality about his movement that made her heart skip a beat despite her pain.
"Ours is not a pretty world, kiri," he said firmly.
He won't need to destroy ME, for if I don't get something to eat pretty soon I shall starve to death, and so save him the trouble.
They followed the course of a broad stream and passed several more pretty cottages; but of course they saw no one, nor did any one speak to them.
So the two went to the dressing-room of the Princess and searched carefully in every corner and among the vases and baskets and ornaments that stood about the pretty boudoir.
That's a pretty interesting thought.
On the way to Bogucharovo, a princely estate with a dwelling house and farm where they hoped to find many domestic serfs and pretty girls, they questioned Lavrushka about Napoleon and laughed at his stories, and raced one another to try Ilyin's horse.
But Tessa wasn't simply another pretty face.
That was a pretty good indication of interest - or lack thereof.
I can't imagine why he didn't tell us his friend was a pretty girl.
She started to call out to him, but a pretty young Indian girl emerged from those same bushes.
That was pretty brave with a knife at you throat.
Jule says you can fight pretty well.
A pretty brunette, mugged in a back alley, raped and killed.
"No! he can kick pretty hard with his heels, and bite a little; but Jim can't 'zactly fight," she replied.
About noon they stopped to allow Jim to rest in the shade of a pretty orchard.
"On my word," he exclaimed, "it's little Jellia Jamb--as pert and pretty as ever!"
"Tell me, Eureka," said the Princess, gently: "did you eat my pretty piglet?"
Here was her round head, covered with pretty curls.
Let's face it: Futurists as a whole have a pretty poor track record.
Scholars today are pretty sure that in the case of Delphi, the oracle was inadvertently breathing gases that rose from the cave in which she sat.
And it seems to work pretty well, as author Dean Koontz noted when he observed, "Civilization rests on the fact that most people do the right thing most of the time." 3.
One bad plague or invading horde would leave pretty much everyone starving.
Pretty much just goofing off.
We stick a bunch of seeds in the ground and then treat a thousand acres of corn pretty much as a single unit.
I have eaten food pretty much my whole life.
It's a pretty hopeless place to take a reader.
By declaring a pretty broad range of things worth killing and dying for, we say that each of those is more precious to us than human life.
I think the future I describe is pretty secure.
Cousin Anna gave me a pretty doll.
They had a pretty Christmas-tree, and there were many pretty presents on it for little children.
Cotton has pretty white and red flowers on it.
Teacher told me about kind gentleman I shall be glad to read pretty story I do read stories in my book about tigers and lions and sheep.
She has on a pretty red dress.
Lady made me a pretty cap.
I was very happy to receive pretty book and nice candy and two letters from you.
She is a very pretty baby.
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.
I read pretty stories in the book you sent me, about Charles and his boat, and Arthur and his dream, and Rosa and the sheep.
He has big brown eyes and long golden hair and pretty round cheeks.
Last Monday Simpson shot a pretty crane.
I think mother will be glad to make the dress for you, and when you wear it you will look as pretty as a rose.
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.
I know too that the tiny lily-bells are whispering pretty secrets to their companions else they would not look so happy.
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.
Please do not forget to send me some pretty presents to hang on my tree.
It is a very pretty story, and I will tell it to you some time.
I want you to see baby Tom, the little blind and deaf and dumb child who has just come to our pretty garden.
You will be glad to hear that Tommy has a kind lady to teach him, and that he is a pretty, active little fellow.
I have a very pretty little cart now, and if it ever stops raining teacher and I are going to drive every evening.
I send you with this letter a pretty book which my teacher thinks will interest you, and my picture.
TO MISS CAROLINE DERBY Hulton, Penn., December 28, 1893. ...Please thank dear Miss Derby for me for the pretty shield which she sent me.
I have read "Le Medecin Malgre Lui," a very good French comedy by Moliere, with pleasure; and they say I speak French pretty well now, and German also.
The other is woollen, and of a very pretty green.
He says that she did pretty well and managed to make, after models, some conventional designs of the outlines of leaves and rosettes.
If she could see and hear, I suppose she would get rid of her superfluous energy in ways which would not, perhaps, tax her brain so much, although I suspect that the ordinary child takes his play pretty seriously.
One day Helen said, "I must buy Nancy a very pretty hat."
It is a pretty dress.
My mamma made my pretty new dress.
Nobody thinks of making a hearing child say, "I have a pretty new dress," at the beginning.
These children were older in years, it is true, than the baby who lisps, "Papa kiss baby--pretty," and fills out her meaning by pointing to her new dress; but their ability to understand and use language was no greater.
Little blind girls sent me a pretty work-basket.
I will make pretty clothes for Nancy and Adeline and Allie.
Uncle Morrie sent me pretty stories.
When she is telling a child's story, or one with pathos in it, her voice runs into pretty slurs from one tone to another.
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?
The story was very pretty and interesting, especially at the point where the rivals suddenly recognized one another; and the ladies looked agitated.
Prince Hippolyte stood close to the pretty, pregnant princess, and stared fixedly at her through his eyeglass.
All the pretty women in society will be there.
Suddenly the angry, squirrel-like expression of the princess' pretty face changed into a winning and piteous look of fear.
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 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.
Before they reached the room from which the sounds of the clavichord came, the pretty, fair haired Frenchwoman, Mademoiselle Bourienne, rushed out apparently beside herself with delight.
The alarm will be sounded and you'll be in a pretty position without your boots!
The younger sisters also became affectionate to him, especially the youngest, the pretty one with the mole, who often made him feel confused by her smiles and her own confusion when meeting him.
"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.
And she saw Mademoiselle Bourienne, with her ribbon and pretty face, and her unusually animated look which was fixed on him, but him she could not see, she only saw something large, brilliant, and handsome moving toward her as she entered the room.
When he saw the pretty little Bourienne, Anatole came to the conclusion that he would not find Bald Hills dull either.
The princess' beautiful eyes with all their former calm radiance were looking with tender affection and pity at Mademoiselle Bourienne's pretty face.
"Eh, is she pretty?" he asked with a wink.
Sonya now was sixteen and she was very pretty, especially at this moment of happy, rapturous excitement.
"One should make up to the husbands of pretty women," said Denisov.
With scarcely any exceptions they all were, or seemed to be, pretty--so rapturous were their smiles and so sparkling their eyes.
There were many pretty girls and the Rostov girls were among the prettiest.
Ahead of the rest and nearer to him ran a dark- haired, remarkably slim, pretty girl in a yellow chintz dress, with a white handkerchief on her head from under which loose locks of hair escaped.
She is unusually intelligent, charming... and then she is pretty, uncommonly pretty, and agile--she swims and rides splendidly... and her voice!
She was silent, and not only less pretty than at the ball, but only redeemed from plainness by her look of gentle indifference to everything around.
Pretty, a good voice, young, and in nobody's way if only they leave her in peace.
"Look, his mustache and eyelashes are all white!" said one of the strange, pretty, unfamiliar people--the one with fine eyebrows and mustache.
When she came ready dressed into the ballroom to await her father, and looking in the large mirror there saw that she was pretty, very pretty, she felt even more sad, but it was a sweet, tender sadness.
Natasha turned her pretty little head toward the elegant young officer and smiled at him over her bare shoulder.
* Are the pretty women.
"How she blushes, how she blushes, my pretty!" said Helene.
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.
He thought not of this pretty child, his son whom he held on his knee, but of himself.
If they regretted having to retreat, it was only because they had to leave billets they had grown accustomed to, or some pretty young Polish lady.
Mary Hendrikhovna was the wife of the regimental doctor, a pretty young German woman he had married in Poland.
The doctors were of use to Natasha because they kissed and rubbed her bump, assuring her that it would soon pass if only the coachman went to the chemist's in the Arbat and got a powder and some pills in a pretty box for a ruble and seventy kopeks, and if she took those powders in boiled water at intervals of precisely two hours, neither more nor less.
She knew for certain that she was pretty, but this no longer gave her satisfaction as it used to.
I'm pretty, I'm young, and I know that now I am good.
She's very pretty, added the adjutant with a smile.
He only saw in her a pretty and fresh young girl, with whom he did not deign to unite his fate.
He wrote letters to his daughters and to Madame de Stael, read novels, liked the society of pretty women, jested with generals, officers, and soldiers, and never contradicted those who tried to prove anything to him.
To such an extent had Natasha let herself go that the way she dressed and did her hair, her ill-chosen words, and her jealousy--she was jealous of Sonya, of the governess, and of every woman, pretty or plain- -were habitual subjects of jest to those about her.
What's going on in that pretty head?
You have a very pretty neck.
You seemed pretty sure of yourself a while ago.
"I guess you could say Martha is pretty good looking," I answered.
Howie doesn't have to work but he still suffers from head trauma, is pretty depressed and frankly, doesn't know what to do with himself.
We still have more tests we could run but up to twenty four to forty eight hours; I'm pretty close on both time and location.
When he saw pretty Jennie Lohr on the road, he couldn't resist.
I always thought they had a pretty solid marriage, especially with Claire, but she's acting as crazy as a teenager and just watching her marriage crumble.
We have a pretty close time frame of entrance and exit.
I guess the speech went pretty well.
I think I'm doing pretty damn good, considering I would've been able to kill him if you hadn't shot and run me over, he replied in irritation.
"Pretty useful gift you have," Jule said without looking at her.
She was pretty sure Damian would find her no matter where she tried to go, but damn them all, she was going home.
"Not a very pretty one," he answered, as if a little ashamed.
He compared it with the baby's pretty face.
Let's say Linda has come up with a pretty interesting idea: A social network for couples.
You, personally, are pretty happy with the generic knockoff, which saves you a dollar and tastes the same to you.
Plants themselves are pretty inefficient machines, at least from the standpoint of being good food sources for us.
Several pretty large logs may still be seen lying on the bottom, where, owing to the undulation of the surface, they look like huge water snakes in motion.
I'm pretty much out of the picture, at least for the near future.
But then, Alex had always been fluent in pretty talk.
Now, if words and images come to me without effort, it is a pretty sure sign that they are not the offspring of my own mind, but stray waifs that I regretfully dismiss.