Instinct suggested that she wanted to be protected.
On that subject she was adamant.
Strolling down to the footbridge, she leaned on the railing.
Leaving her thoughts behind, she started up the hill to meet Alex.
She glanced up at his face, but it gave no clue of his mood.
Would she ever outgrow the things mama had taught her?
She and Dad would have loved Alex.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
"How is Uncle Henry?" she enquired, after a pause during which the horse continued to trot with long, regular strides.
I'm quite sure she's ripe, and as soon as she comes to life she will be the Ruler, and may treat us better than that heartless Prince intends to.
They knew the kitten, by this time, so they scampered over to where she lay beside Jim and commenced to frisk and play with her.
Dorothy nearly went with them, but she was holding fast to the iron rail of the seat, and that saved her.
Mother's about two thousand years old; but she carelessly lost track of her age a few centuries ago and skipped several hundreds.
The mother dragon probably knows the road to the earth's surface, and if she went the other way then we have come the wrong way, said the Wizard, thoughtfully.
They say she has a family of young wolves up there; and that is why she kills so many lambs.
She lay hidden among some rocks, and nothing could make her stir.
She growled so loudly that the men and boys outside were frightened.
"I have heard that you are the wisest man in the world," she said, "and surely this simple thing ought not to puzzle you."
So she told Benjamin to stay in the house and take care of his baby sister till she came back.
He did not even hear his mother's footsteps as she came into the room.
He did not hear her soft breathing as she stood over him and watched him finish the wonderful drawing.
She hires a contract programmer in Russia for $3000 to code it and advertises on Craig's List for a designer who will work for some stock.
She gets web hosting set up for the princely sum of $30 a month.
She creates premium services on her site that cost just $9.95 a year that include a number of additional features and virtual goods.
A friend of hers who is a florist asks if she can advertise on the site.
Linda thinks about this and decides she wants to keep it ad-free for now.
She drops $300 on Google ads before realizing it might not be a great fit.
She e-mails all her friends and asks them to set up relationship pages.
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
When we were fortunate enough to find a nest I never allowed her to carry the eggs home, making her understand by emphatic signs that she might fall and break them.
I did not then know why Belle acted in this way; but I knew she was not doing as I wished.
Throwing a blanket over me, she almost suffocated me, but she put out the fire.
One morning I locked my mother up in the pantry, where she was obliged to remain three hours, as the servants were in a detached part of the house.
She kept pounding on the door, while I sat outside on the porch steps and laughed with glee as I felt the jar of the pounding.
She sat in my mother's lap constantly, where I used to sit, and seemed to take up all her care and time.
My Muse may be excused if she is silent henceforth.
She flourishes most alone, far from the towns where they reside.
An honest, hard-working, but shiftless man plainly was John Field; and his wife, she too was brave to cook so many successive dinners in the recesses of that lofty stove; with round greasy face and bare breast, still thinking to improve her condition one day; with the never absent mop in one hand, and yet no effects of it visible anywhere.
He goes to the mill-pond, she to her preserve-pot.
Nature is hard to be overcome, but she must be overcome.
The young suddenly disperse on your approach, at a signal from the mother, as if a whirlwind had swept them away, and they so exactly resemble the dried leaves and twigs that many a traveler has placed his foot in the midst of a brood, and heard the whir of the old bird as she flew off, and her anxious calls and mewing, or seen her trail her wings to attract his attention, without suspecting their neighborhood.
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.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
She is betraying us!
She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions.
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
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.
"Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister," was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna's face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness.