They had two adopted children already.
This would be the only attempt they would make.
He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
They entered the house and she glanced at the dark fireplace.
Talking about it might help her, but they had already talked the subject lifeless.
For a few minutes they held on to each other, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in a week.
The top of the buggy caught the air like a parachute or an umbrella filled with wind, and held them back so that they floated downward with a gentle motion that was not so very disagreeable to bear.
Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
There was no heat in the colored suns, however, and after they had passed below them the top of the buggy shut out many of the piercing rays so that the boy and girl could open their eyes again.
You will notice they are all attached to the plants by the soles of their feet, and when they are quite ripe they are easily separated from the stems and at once attain the powers of motion and speech.
"They do not belong here," returned the Prince.
They did not bother to cross the bridges over the brooks, but when they came to a stream they stepped high and walked in the air to the other side.
When the Wizard awoke the six colored suns were shining down upon the Land of the Mangaboos just as they had done ever since his arrival.
The three men, as they passed, looked down and saw the little birds fluttering in the cold, wet grass.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.
They did not seem frightened, but chirped softly, as if they knew they were safe.
But they marched straight onward.
Their mouths were open for the food they were expecting their mother to give them.
At a place where two roads crossed, they saw a tall gentleman coming to meet them.
They were glad to see Mr. Harris, for he was the minister.
I see how human ingenuity and new technologies have eliminated previously insoluble problems once we stand back and let free markets do what they do best: direct the allocation of capital to find a solution.
They exist simply because we have not had the means to solve them in the past.
They are all about to vanish, courtesy of the Internet and its associated technologies.
Because I am a historian, I know that big changes happen in history, and they are brought about by the most unlikely of causes.
They didn't foresee the baby boom brought about by a new post-war prosperity.
These are easy to spot: They rely on huge conceptual leaps without a framework to support them.
While entertaining, they are never, ever correct.
But, except for these fleeting memories, if, indeed, they be memories, it all seems very unreal, like a nightmare.
I knew by the way my mother and aunt dressed when they were going out, and I invariably begged to go with them.
I had noticed that my mother and my friends did not use signs as I did when they wanted anything done, but talked with their mouths.
I imitated this action, even wearing his spectacles, thinking they might help solve the mystery.
His methods had probably died with him; and if they had not, how was a little girl in a far-off town in Alabama to receive the benefit of them?
My father made holes in these so that I could string them, and for a long time they kept me happy and contented.
I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them--words that were to make the world blossom for me, "like Aaron's rod, with flowers."
Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt?
Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?
They have got to live a man's life, pushing all these things before them, and get on as well as they can.
Yet they honestly think there is no choice left.
They have told me nothing, and probably cannot tell me anything to the purpose.
Here is life, an experiment to a great extent untried by me; but it does not avail me that they have tried it.
It would be some advantage to live a primitive and frontier life, though in the midst of an outward civilization, if only to learn what are the gross necessaries of life and what methods have been taken to obtain them; or even to look over the old day-books of the merchants, to see what it was that men most commonly bought at the stores, what they stored, that is, what are the grossest groceries.
And what have they promised?
They say she is amazingly beautiful.
You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools.
They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don't feel that weakness in myself as yet, I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father.
The highest Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely in age and character but alike in the social circle to which they belonged.
"'Dieu me la donne, gare a qui la touche!' * They say he was very fine when he said that," he remarked, repeating the words in Italian: "'Dio mi l'ha dato.
What have they done for Louis XVII, for the Queen, or for Madame Elizabeth?