He shook the newspaper and said nothing more until Sarah announced that supper was ready.
Sarah talked endlessly about her flower garden, the weather and anything else that came to her mind.
Sarah abruptly stopped talking and smiled meekly.
Sarah asked the question with genuine interest.
Sarah eyed her with sympathy.
Maybe Sarah or Giddon would take her to the little country store where the dirt road joined the highway.
She dressed hurriedly in the clothes Sarah had loaned her and ran fingers through her hair, wishing she had a comb.
Sarah entered the room carrying a pan of steaming biscuits.
She was intruding, but it soon became obvious that Sarah wasn't going to sit down until everyone else was seated.
She slid into the chair across from Tammy, and Sarah sat down at the other end of the table.
"It's going to be a beautiful day," Sarah said as she turned her attention back to her food.
Sarah waved a hand at Lisa, watching Giddon intently.
"No, you go ahead," Sarah interrupted with another wave of the hand.
Sarah gave Giddon a stern look and then returned her attention to Lisa.
On the other hand, if Sarah was telling the truth, there was another side to Giddon - a loyal brother.
"Well," Sarah amended, "I don't know that much about bears and things like that.
In 1796, he extracted fluid from the pox on the hand of a dairymaid named Sarah Nelmes—who had caught the condition from her cow Blossom—and injected the fluid into a cut in eight-year-old James Phipps's arm.
I would not rest satisfied until my teacher took me, for advice and assistance, to Miss Sarah Fuller, principal of the Horace Mann School.
Dear Sarah I am happy to write to you this morning.
She began immediately to make sounds which she called speaking, and I saw the necessity of correct instruction, since her heart was set upon learning to talk; and, feeling my own incompetence to teach her, never having given the subject of articulation serious study, I went with my pupil for advice and assistance, to Miss Sarah Fuller.