Again and again and again, my sister had traced upon the slate
, a character that looked like a curious T, and then with the utmost eagerness had called our attention to it as something she particularly wanted.
The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates
At noon one day, he and the captain, having taken their observation of the sun, were hard at it below, working out the latitude and longitude on their slates
. Bruce, in his cabin, looked across through the open door of the captain's cabin opposite.
While one boy was worrying the tick with absorbing interest, the other would look on with interest as strong, the two heads bowed together over the slate
, and the two souls dead to all things else.
Hester Dethridge wrote slowly on the slate
, in singularly firm upright characters for a woman in her position of life, these words:
One afternoon (I had then been three weeks at Lowood), as I was sitting with a slate
in my hand, puzzling over a sum in long division, my eyes, raised in abstraction to the window, caught sight of a figure just passing: I recognised almost instinctively that gaunt outline; and when, two minutes after, all the school, teachers included, rose en masse, it was not necessary for me to look up in order to ascertain whose entrance they thus greeted.
"You may laugh if you want to, Miss Rose, I know my things are queer, and that's why I hide 'em; but I don't mind since you've found me out, and I ain't a bit ashamed except of being so backward at my age," said Phebe humbly, though her cheeks grew redder as she washed out some crooked capitals with a tear or two not yet dried upon the slate
Since his appointment to the office of sheriff and his consequent absences from home, he had employed Benjamin to make memoranda on a slate
, of whatever might be thought worth remembering, which, on his return, were regularly transferred to the journal with proper notations of the time, manner, and other little particulars.
On their looking at one another, not knowing what to say, he takes the slate
once more and writes "My Lady.
Phillips said my spelling was disgraceful and he held up my slate
so that everybody could see it, all marked over.
Her teachers complained that instead of doing her sums she covered her slate
with animals, the blank pages of her atlas were used to copy maps on, and caricatures of the most ludicrous description came fluttering out of all her books at unlucky moments.
tower bang over the porch, with the dormer windows and the iron railing and flagstaff atop makes us a present of the period.