What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
"What would you have me do?" he said at last.
Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.
It was Alex who talked her into the IVF, but what did it matter?
"Oh, what cunning things!" cried Dorothy, catching up one and petting it.
What many children think of with dread, as a painful plodding through grammar, hard sums and harder definitions, is to-day one of my most precious memories.
"What are Gargoyles?" asked Zeb.
He looked at the bright, yellow pieces and said, "What shall I do with these coppers, mother?"
Then the king called one of the wisest scholars in Egypt and asked him what the word meant.
You faced what you thought was a great danger, and you were not afraid.
Examining history is not like gazing into some fantasy crystal ball, where what we see is prophetic in detail.
When new technology comes out, we generally understand it in terms of what it displaces.
The 1920s to 1950s renderings of what people thought the future would look like are full of things like personal jetpacks and flying cars.
That night, after I had hung my stocking, I lay awake a long time, pretending to be asleep and keeping alert to see what Santa Claus would do when he came.
What joy to talk with other children in my own language!
What distant and different beings in the various mansions of the universe are contemplating the same one at the same moment!
What is the nature of the luxury which enervates and destroys nations?
And what little they have promised they will not perform!
Alondra would have been stiff and formal no matter what she wore.
Alex said nothing, his stoic features giving no suggestion of what was on his mind.
They were well aware of what could have happened.
What does it explain?
What had happened that made him ditch everything he knew and come to Arkansas?
"What an absurd creature!" he exclaimed.
"What will happen otherwise?" asked the Wizard.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
"What are those holes up there?" enquired the boy, pointing to some openings that appeared near the top of the dome.
"In what way?" enquired the Wizard.
My dears, what shall we do?
Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.
"That is what I advise," said the Wizard.
He too approached that group and listened with a kindly smile and nods of approval, as he always did, to what the speaker was saying.
What if the Smolensk people have offahd to waise militia for the Empewah?
He pushed forward, feeling stirred, but not yet sure what stirred him or what he would say.
But to judge what is best--conscription or the militia--we can leave to the supreme authority....
He himself did not yet know what he would say, but he began to speak eagerly, occasionally lapsing into French or expressing himself in bookish Russian.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
Those standing behind noticed what a speaker omitted to say and hastened to supply it.
"I only said that it would be more to the purpose to make sacrifices when we know what is needed!" said he, trying to be heard above the other voices.
Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.
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.