"It's going to be a cold winter," remarked the little man, bobbing his head up and down slowly.

At the sight of the girl the woman bobbed a curtsy.

Hodge, the farmer's boy, took off his hat, and Polly, the milk-maid, bobbed a curtsey, as the chaise whirled over the pleasant village-green, and the white-headed children lifted their chubby faces and cheered.

Every now and then we throw an old schoolmate over the stern with a string of thought tied to him, and lookI am afraid with a kind of luxurious and sanctimonious compassionto see the rate at which the string reels off, while he lies there bobbing up and down, poor fellow!

Away went Tom Walker, dashing down the streets, his white cap bobbing up and down, his morning-gown fluttering in the wind, and his steed striking fire out of the pavement at every bound.

Can you hold the boat at the edge of the ice for five or ten minutes?" "You are not going to get on to the ice?" he protested, his voice sharp with dismay, as he looked at the bowing, bobbing fragment many square yards in extent, which was grinding against the side of the house, but which might split into fragments at any moment.

It is not necessary, at the moment, to say more about her appearance than this, except that, when the time came to bob the hair, she bobbed it.

Just as we got half way out I saw bobbing black objects above the high grass.

There are countries where a man is indecently pawed over by chattering heralds who bob their foul torches in his face till he is singed and smoked at once.

She bobbed the tea-ball up and down in the saucepan by its chain, and watched how the hot water turned brown.

Can you hold the boat at the edge of the ice for five or ten minutes?" "You are not going to get on to the ice?" he protested, his voice sharp with dismay, as he looked at the bowing, bobbing fragment many square yards in extent, which was grinding against the side of the house, but which might split into fragments at any moment.

In the next moment they were theresturdy Eric, the six year old, apple-cheeked, incredibly energetic, already bidding fair to equal if not to rival his cousin Ted's reputation for juvenile naughtiness; and Hester, two years younger, a rose-and-snow creation, cherubic, adorable, with bobbing silver curls, delectably dimpled elbows and corn flower blue eyes.

All I could aim at was bobbing ears.