"Or put it, my juvenile
friends, that he saw an elephant, and returning said 'Lo, the city is barren, I have seen but an eel,' would THAT be Terewth?"
“What a lesson of humility, my brethren, might not each of us obtain from a review of his infant hours, and the recollection of his juvenile
In the forefront gleamed, like the white plumes of Navarre, the light flannel suit of Arthur Mifflin, the woodenest juvenile
The flashing flame gleamed from one sun- burnt countenance to another, exhibiting every variety of expression, from the juvenile
simplicity of the children, mingled as it was with a shade of the wildness peculiar to their semi-barbarous lives, to the dull and immovable apathy that dwelt on the features of the squatter, when unexcited.
offenders had not such pleasant faces by a great deal, and in this establishment there were many boys of colour.
'In the first place, here are my little girls; I had almost forgotten them,' said Minerva, carelessly pointing towards a couple of full-grown young ladies, of whom one might be about twenty, and the other a year or two older, and who were dressed in very juvenile
costumes--whether to make them look young, or their mamma younger, Mr.
Athos began to laugh, for this juvenile
escapade of his appeared to be as amusing as if some one had related it of another person.
A cocoanut goblet of water was passed around the juvenile
company, who rinsing their mouths with its contents, proceeded to the business before them.
In a true view, perhaps, there was more to be gathered and told of each anxious and experienced one, to whom the years were drawing nigh when she should say, "I have no pleasure in them," than of her juvenile
I was surprised and hurt when I saw them, because those colossal bunches of grapes were one of my most cherished juvenile
She had many visitors and not a day passed without one or more of the schoolgirls dropping in to bring her flowers and books and tell her all the happenings in the juvenile
world of Avonlea.
Back in West Kensington a rich smell of dinner would be floating through the flat; the cook, watching the boiling cabbage, would be singing A Few More Years Shall Roll; her mother would be sighing; and her little brother Percy would be employed upon some juvenile
deviltry, the exact nature of which it was not possible to conjecture, though one could be certain that it would be something involving a deafening noise.