How to use Turnbull in a sentence
It's a famous author named Miss Gladys Turnbull.
Gladys Turnbull wasn't just fat, she was immense.
As the Deans entered the hall Gladys Turnbull was waddling up the stairs.
I'll bet it's a collect call for Gladys Turnbull from the planet Draghow!
A quiet investigation revealed all upstairs doors closed and the sound of snoring from the Dame Turnbull's room.Advertisement
If that was Gladys Turnbull's alarm clock, I hope she gets it fixed.
There followed a cheery "good morning" from the late-sleeping Gladys Turnbull.
Gladys Turnbull was pounding away on a lap top computer in a corner of the parlor while young Martha and Donnie played a game of Old Maid on the sofa.
Left with nothing else to do, Dean turned to Gladys Turnbull, more out of inn-keeper politeness than a desire to engage this strange woman in lengthy conversation.
I looked for your books in the library, Miss Turnbull, but we couldn't find them.Advertisement
I'm Gladys Turnbull the author, and this is Donnie who can't speak, and Martha who lives in town.
Far off in the distance, Dean could again hear the ringing of Gladys Turnbull's alarm but he paid it no attention.
Dean never even heard Gladys Turnbull's muffled alarm clock.
Even Gladys Turnbull's alarm must have been muffled enough not to disturb his slumber.
The three north-side second floor rooms contained Fred, Gladys Turnbull and a pretty female climber named Penny.Advertisement
Dean bit his lip, assuming the little woman was about to complain about Gladys Turnbull's late night writing, but she had other concerns.
And Miss Turnbull, the author, when I told her, said she feels things, too.
Amid a banging door and stomping feet, Gladys Turnbull entered the kitchen.
Our guest, Miss Turnbull, has a boyfriend.Advertisement
Instead, he steered the conversation toward Gladys Turnbull, who was the only other occupant of the cozy room.
Cynthia began to quietly cry out of sheer frustration while Gladys Turnbull snored loudly.
Dean sat a while longer, amid night sounds, the ticking clock, and the muffled ringing of Gladys Turnbull's alarm.
There's the boy's father, Ryland, Gladys Turnbull, Claire Quincy....
Gladys Turnbull was sleeping late, as usual.Advertisement
Gladys Turnbull, wrapped in a scarlet robe, stuck her head in the room.
Don't forget Gladys Turnbull was registered, too, even though I think she stayed in her room.
Even Sheriff Jake Weller was there, and the city police chief and, in various costumes of night-wear, Fred, the Quincy sisters and Gladys Turnbull who'd let out a banshee scream that woke everyone but poor Edith Shipton, who'd never wake again.
Gladys Turnbull was the only visible guest.
He's claiming head injury and all that shit...stuff—sorry Miss Turnbull.Advertisement
Gladys Turnbull, almost forgotten in the corner, spoke up for the first time.
Dean rose and began to leave the room, disgusted that Gladys Turnbull would trivialize Edith Shipton's death in fiction, even before the shattered woman was cold in the ground.
That's more of a stretch than trying to fit Gladys Turnbull in Annie's white dress.
Gladys Turnbull remained Bird Song's sole paying guest, at least for a couple of days longer.
The hesitant visitor was Gladys Turnbull's "publisher" from New Mexico.Advertisement
Civil in place of military government was instituted; immigration began; and Andrew Turnbull, an Englishman, brought over a band of about 1500 Minorcans (1769), whom he engaged in the cultivation of indigo at New Smyrna.
Constable, the Ballantyne Press, Morrison & Gibb, Turnbull & Spears, and others, admirably maintain the traditional reputation of the Edinburgh press.
Turnbull in 1834 in Scott's honour, for printing and publishing historical works connected with his writings.
Turnbull in Letters of Mary Queen of Scots (London, 1845), and by Agnes Strickland in Letters of Mary Queen of Scots and Documents connected with her Personal History (3 vols., London, 1842).
P. Turnbull, The Teaching of Arithmetic (1903), is more elaborate.Advertisement
Ms. Turnbull called, with child-like enthusiasm as Dean heaved her luggage up the stairs behind her.
Gladys Turnbull was walking the town, trying to glean inspiration from the towering mountains to better describe some celestial landscape.
Late-sleeping Gladys Turnbull was still dreaming of the vengeance of the inhabitants of Zzz.
Gladys Turnbull, all smiles, was frantically taking notes.
He's claiming head injury and all that shit...stuffâ€”sorry Miss Turnbull.Advertisement
The Turnbull or Pelican sundial in the front quadrangle of Corpus Christi College in Oxford is probably one of the finest pillar dials.
After introductions and the necessary sign-in paper work was complete it was decided to assign Ms. Turnbull a second floor room.