Old women's nonsense- old women's nonsense!" he repeated, but still he patted
Pierre affectionately on the shoulder, and then went up to the table where Prince Andrew, evidently not wishing to join in the conversation, was looking over the papers his father had brought from town.
White Fang endured it, keeping his eyes fixed suspiciously, not upon the man that patted
him, but upon the man that stood in the doorway.
He gave me some very nice oats, he patted
me, spoke kindly, and then went away.
Before they went to see Glinda, however, they were taken to a room of the Castle, where Dorothy washed her face and combed her hair, and the Lion shook the dust out of his mane, and the Scarecrow patted
himself into his best shape, and the Woodman polished his tin and oiled his joints.
As she passed along the gallery she patted
Edna upon the shoulder.
Her father, his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat and his legs far apart, looked at her in blank and speechless amazement; her mother, with more consideration but equal lack of sympathy, patted
her gently on the back of her hand.
her strong neck, straightened over her sharp withers a stray lock of her mane that had fallen on the other side, and moved his face near her dilated nostrils, transparent as a bat's wing.
Therefore he patted
the pony more and more; and this liberty the pony most handsomely permitted.
Hetty blushed a deep rose-colour when Captain Donnithorne entered the dairy and spoke to her; but it was not at all a distressed blush, for it was inwreathed with smiles and dimples, and with sparkles from under long, curled, dark eyelashes; and while her aunt was discoursing to him about the limited amount of milk that was to be spared for butter and cheese so long as the calves were not all weaned, and a large quantity but inferior quality of milk yielded by the shorthorn, which had been bought on experiment, together with other matters which must be interesting to a young gentleman who would one day be a landlord, Hetty tossed and patted
her pound of butter with quite a self-possessed, coquettish air, slyly conscious that no turn of her head was lost.
What was the amazement--nor to say the horror of the whole assembly, when Sylvie actually patted
His Majesty on the head, while Bruno seized his long ears and pretended to tie them together under his chin!
The Glass Cat was so proud of her pink brains that she ventured to come close to Dorothy, in order that the girl might "see 'em work." This was really interesting, but when Dorothy patted
the cat she found the glass cold and hard and unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle would never do for a pet.
Then the shepherd patted
him on the head, and said, 'Old Sultan has saved our child from the wolf, and therefore he shall live and be well taken care of, and have plenty to eat.