They can actually talk!
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
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.
They did not seem frightened, but chirped softly, as if they knew they were safe.
Talking about it might help her, but they had already talked the subject lifeless.
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.
Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt?
They have got to live a man's life, pushing all these things before them, and get on as well as they can.
They even agreed to take care of the animals while Alex and Carmen took their first vacation.
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.
If they give me plenty of it I'll not complain about its color.
Carmen and Alex hosted Thanksgiving Dinner for all the family they had in Arkansas.
With so many people at their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
They circled the room twice before a hand reached up and tapped Alex on the shoulder.
One thing he didn't need to know was that she was having dreams about Josh - even if they were actually nightmares.
For a few minutes they held on to each other, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in a week.
One day they were sitting at the table working on coloring books when Alex came home early.
For one terrifying moment the enormity of what they had done brought her close to panic.
Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
At this they both put their heads over the side of the buggy and looked down.
Dorothy kept hold of his hand and followed him, and soon they were both walking through the air, with the kitten frisking beside them.
They did not smile nor did they frown, or show either fear or surprise or curiosity or friendliness.
There were no stairs in their houses, because they did not need them, but on a level surface they generally walked just as we do.
In the vegetable gardens they found the strawberries and melons, and several other unknown but delicious fruits, of which they ate heartily.
Those colored suns are exactly in the same place they were when we came, and if there is no sunset there can be no night.
Then the three held a counsel to decide what they should do next, but could think of no way to better their condition.
"And they have no hearts; so they can't love anyone – not even themselves," declared the boy.
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.
Their mouths were open for the food they were expecting their mother to give them.
They were glad to see Mr. Harris, for he was the minister.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
Pierre, however, felt excited, and the general desire to show that they were ready to go to all lengths--which found expression in the tones and looks more than in the substance of the speeches--infected him too.
The assembled nobles all took off their uniforms and settled down again in their homes and clubs, and not without some groans gave orders to their stewards about the enrollment, feeling amazed themselves at what they had done.
But all these hints at what happened, both from the French side and the Russian, are advanced only because they fit in with the event.
Only they could fail to see it, the prince continued, evidently thinking of the campaign of 1807 which seemed to him so recent.
The French at Vitebsk, in four days' march they may be at Smolensk; perhaps are already there!
Quicker, quicker--and that they should leave me in peace!
"Why are they leaving the town?" asked Alpatych.
What sort of governors are they to do that?
They ought to be hanged--the brigands!...
The door of the Governor's room opened and they all rose and moved forward.