Did you talk to your parents this way?
Did the cat get your tongue at the table?
"I think your mother would nail my hide to the wall," he responded as he finished putting his belt on.
It is nice to have so many people to take care of your children, yes?
Your aunt and uncle seem pretty fond of you.
You said Eduardo was your cousin.
Obviously your father has a brother or a sister.
"We salute your Royal Highness!" cried the Wizard, kneeling and kissing her hand.
I have been ready for picking all the past week, but because you were selfish and desired to continue your unlawful rule, you left me to stand silent upon my bush.
"But I make you wash it, every time I think of it," said the mother; "for it stands to reason your face is dirty, Ianu, whether I can see it or not."
Will you kindly tell us which way your mother went to get on top the earth?
It's enough to have your pedigree flung in your face by those saucy dragonettes.
And the whole thing has been unnatural because that cat and I are both able to talk your language, and to understand the words you say.
"It's a trial of one kitten," replied the Scarecrow; "but your manner is a trial to us all."
Think of something to write about, and write the word on your slate.
"Mr. Jefferson," he said, "I have come to ask your pardon.
What is your father's name?
It was a good place for a fly, and I never thought of spoiling your picture.
"One of these wreaths." said the queen, "is made of flowers plucked from your garden.
"Look at the flowers carefully," said the queen, "and let us have your answer."
"What is your name, young rebel?" said the British captain.
Your credit card statement captures an accurate, albeit extremely abbreviated, record of your comings and goings.
To avoid privacy issues at this point, let's stipulate that everything is recorded only for your future reference.
Imagine that every word you said was recorded by your personal recorder and automatically transcribed.
Then imagine GPS is layered in—very accurate GPS that tracks your every move, even in your own home.
No more trying to retrace your steps to find your car keys; you can see where you left them by checking your GPS system records.
Did your eyes dilate?
All your tax records.
The children who crowd these grimy alleys, half-clad and underfed, shrink away from your outstretched hand as if from a blow.
Love your Heavenly Father with your whole heart and soul, love every child of God as much as ever you can, and remember that the possibilities of good are greater than the possibilities of evil; and you have the key to Heaven.
I did play with your watch.
Your darling child HELEN KELLER.
My dear Miss Moore Are you very glad to receive a nice letter from your darling little friend?
With much love and two kisses From your little friend HELEN A. KELLER.
From your dear little daughter.
I have no doubt that some of you who read this book are unable to pay for all the dinners which you have actually eaten, or for the coats and shoes which are fast wearing or are already worn out, and have come to this page to spend borrowed or stolen time, robbing your creditors of an hour.
According to Evelyn, "the wise Solomon prescribed ordinances for the very distances of trees; and the Roman prÃ¦tors have decided how often you may go into your neighbor's land to gather the acorns which fall on it without trespass, and what share belongs to that neighbor."
Wash your hands and trough well.
Be sure that you give the poor the aid they most need, though it be your example which leaves them far behind.
You boast of spending a tenth part of your income in charity; maybe you should spend the nine tenths so, and done with it.
If you should ever be betrayed into any of these philanthropies, do not let your left hand know what your right hand does, for it is not worth knowing.
Rescue the drowning and tie your shoestrings.
Are you not ashamed to deprive us of your charming wife?
I am very sorry to leave your enchanting party, said he, turning to Anna Pavlovna.
This is what I expected from you--I knew your kindness!
"Do you know, you are a terrible chap for all your innocent airs," continued the vicomte.
Your father expects it.
When he returned to Moscow his father dismissed the abbe and said to the young man, Now go to Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession.
And I am still arguing with your husband.