The topic on Sesame Street was professions, which was the perfect opportunity for Lisa to ask her what Giddon did to earn a living.
His attention was on some children playing in the park across the street, so he didn't immediately see her.
The sidewalks were wooden and the street was dusty and unpaved.
Lots of the folks on the street had poor teeth and most of their clothes were practically rags.
There were even other people on the street and all he did was stop.
I texted you the street address.
"Toni, send your Traveler to grab the driver in the Camaro down the street," Dusty said, returning his gaze to the charred building in front of him.
She unfastened the seatbelt, all but falling into the street as he yanked her out.
She didn't relax until they emerged onto the street, away from the Guardian.
Cody, sprawled in the middle of the street after being hit by a car, blood trickling from his skull into a nearby storm drain.
She walked up the street to a better vantage point, curious to see what he hit.
The images in her mind were of a little boy dying in the street, of Jake's death, of the deaths of many others.
He took an arm of each of the fashionable ladies and paraded one block uptown to Main Street, nodding to potential voters and ignoring the comments Fred muttered behind him that he looked like the crinkled cousin from Hicksville.
As Dean rolled his Jeep down the main street of Ouray, he caught sight of a familiar figure with a rounded haircut.
Lydia lived in a newly constructed condo on Oak Street as it drifted out of the main body of town and became the back road to neighboring Ridgway, ten miles away.
They walked to a corner and turned away from the busy main street onto a quieter side one.
They soon reached an area where the street was sectioned off, and a line of white-topped tents lined the street.
"Word on the street is that Darkyn took your power," the other said with a toothy grin.
Soon he reached the street and disappeared through a glass doorway into one of the glass buildings.
Slowly they moved down one street and up another, turning first this way and then that, until they came to an open square in the center of which was a big glass palace having a central dome and four tall spires on each corner.
Immediately the Prince and all of his people flocked out of the hall into the street, that they might see what was about to happen.
He walked up the street to the next block.
Fancy me carrying a turkey along the street! said the young gentleman; and he began to grow very angry.
"I live at Number 39, Blank Street," answered the young gentleman; "and my name is Johnson."
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
Lamplighters used to light street lamps every night, before the accursed electricity came along.
TO MRS. LAURENCE HUTTON 12 Newberry Street, Boston.
TO MRS. LAURENCE HUTTON 12 Newbury Street, Boston, January 17, 1899. ...Have you seen Kipling's "Dreaming True," or "Kitchener's School?"
TO MRS. LAURENCE HUTTON 12 Newbury Street, Boston, March 5, 1899. ...I am now sure that I shall be ready for my examinations in June.
I intend to build me a house which will surpass any on the main street in Concord in grandeur and luxury, as soon as it pleases me as much and will cost me no more than my present one.
Men come tamely home at night only from the next field or street, where their household echoes haunt, and their life pines because it breathes its own breath over again; their shadows, morning and evening, reach farther than their daily steps.
They gently did away with the street, and the village, and the state in which he lived.
It was light enough to see a long way in the deserted street and it seemed more like morning or evening than night.
A space like a street was left between each two lines of troops.
Among the men who very soon became frequent visitors at the Rostovs' house in Petersburg were Boris, Pierre whom the count had met in the street and dragged home with him, and Berg who spent whole days at the Rostovs' and paid the eldest daughter, Countess Vera, the attentions a young man pays when he intends to propose.