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.
Her headache was now a migraine, and she shielded her eyes against the light from the street that filtered past her honeycomb blinds.
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.
They all enjoyed the Main Street eatery, next to the newly renovated Beaumont Hotel, the queen's-castle of the Victorian town.
They were driving on Main Street when they spotted Fred O'Connor sauntering down from the courthouse chatting with two ladies who looked enthralled by his company.
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.
"Suppose we let Eureka go down to the street and get some one to help us," suggested Zeb, who had been even more amazed than Dorothy at these strange happenings.
He turned and walked down the street, and after a moment's hesitation Dorothy caught Eureka in her arms and climbed into the buggy.
Away they went through the village street and out upon the country road.
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.
In 1894, a writer studying population growth in large cities along with the rising need of horse-drawn conveyances such as taxis and carriages concluded that in fifty years, every street in London would be buried under nine feet of horse manure.
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 Newbury Street, Boston, October 23, 1898.
TO MRS. WILLIAM THAW 12 Newbury Street, Boston, December 19th, 1898. ...I realize now what a selfish, greedy girl I was to ask that my cup of happiness should be filled to overflowing, without stopping to think how many other people's cups were quite empty.
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.
Again the crowd of members of the suite and street gazers (among whom was Rostov) moved nearer to the Emperor.