We want some bread and meat, and our pipes, and a little bag
or two, and two or three kite-strings, and some of these new-fangled things they call lucifer matches.
SHE rustled across the paper bag
, and awakened Benjamin Bunny.
When Planchet heard the provoking sound of the silver and gold -- when he saw bubbling out of the bags
the shining crowns, which glittered like fish from the sweep-net -- when he felt himself plunging his hands up to the elbow in that still rising tide of yellow and white coins, a giddiness seized him, and like a man struck by lightning, he sank heavily down upon the enormous heap, which his weight caused to roll away in all directions.
Blowers"--a pleasantry that particularly tickled the maces, bags
, and purses.
And then a stout lady got up, and said it was disgraceful that a respectable married woman should be harried about in this way, and gathered up a bag
and eight parcels and went.
All this done he threw a large, juicy fruit at Sabor, cached the remainder of the pig in a crotch of the tree and swung off toward the southwest through the middle terraces of the forest, carrying his five bags
This rig of mine's kinder small for the mail bags
and I'm some heftier than Thomas
Finally, with a sigh of content, she curled herself up on the sealskin-coat mattress, arranged one bag
for a pillow and the other for a covering, and settled herself to sleep.
The solemn protestations of the hostler being wholly unavailing, the leather hat-box was obliged to be raked up from the lowest depth of the boot, to satisfy him that it had been safely packed; and after he had been assured on this head, he felt a solemn presentiment, first, that the red bag
was mislaid, and next that the striped bag
had been stolen, and then that the brown-paper parcel 'had come untied.
Here the policeman found another empty bag
like that which was found full of oats in the boy's basket.
About night we landed at one of them little Missouri towns high up toward Iowa, and had supper at the tavern, and got a room upstairs with a cot and a double bed in it, but I dumped my bag
under a deal table in the dark hall while we was moving along it to bed, single file, me last, and the landlord in the lead with a tallow candle.
The shepherd himself, though he had good reason to believe that the bag
held nothing but flaxen thread, or else the long rolls of strong linen spun from that thread, was not quite sure that this trade of weaving, indispensable though it was, could be carried on entirely without the help of the Evil One.