In ordinary combs
it has appeared to me that the bees do not always succeed in working at exactly the same rate from the opposite sides; for I have noticed half-completed rhombs at the base of a just-commenced cell, which were slightly concave on one side, where I suppose that the bees had excavated too quickly, and convex on the opposed side, where the bees had worked less quickly.
"I am very glad I persuaded him to receive extreme unction tomorrow," she said, sitting in her dressing jacket before her folding looking glass, combing her soft, fragrant hair with a fine comb
. "I have never seen it, but I know, mamma has told me, there are prayers said for recovery."
If the stock had not been old and overcrowded, the Wax-moth would never have entered; but where bees are too thick on the comb
there must be sickness or parasites.
I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs
. And now suppose you put the chops on."
Time dragged heavily till the time of the full moon, but it passed at last, and as soon as it rose the young wife went to the pond, combed
her black hair with a golden comb
, and when she had finished, placed the comb
on the bank; then she watched the water impatiently.
As Grimaud entered he saw this comb
on the tea-table; he took it up, and as he took it he made a low bow.
Magdalen's curious fancy for having her hair combed
at all times and seasons was among the peculiarities of her character which were notorious to everybody in the house.
, she brushed, she oiled, she perfumed the flowing locks and the long silky beard of Miserrimus Dexter with the strangest mixture of dullness and dexterity that I ever saw.
The Abyssins have many sort of fowls both wild and tame; some of the former we are yet unacquainted with: there is one of wonderful beauty, which I have seen in no other place except Peru: it has instead of a comb
, a short horn upon its head, which is thick and round, and open at the top.
Now he took a thinking attitude on the comb
of the roof and scratched the back of his head with his right foot a minute, and finally says,
"I've raked and combed
the sea," Captain Doane would then break out, "and the teeth of my comb
are not so wide apart as to let slip through a four-thousand-foot peak."
Do you like to comb
up Sundays, and all that kind of foolishness?