There were catches of fly balls which were superhuman and muffs of fly balls which were "superawful.

The command was given in his most imperious manner, and his daughter dropped her muff in some resentment as she rose, in order to let him have the pleasure of seeing Mr. Hardy pick it up.

At the little door into the mansion she turned and waved her queer great muff to the children and the Wind Creatures, and they heard her laugh.

"Yes, I wish I'd asked Muff for a few before I came away," was the outcome of her reflections.

"Just about as big a muff as Darry," Dan returned dryly.

" Sheila pressed her muff against her mouth and looked at him over it.

"I'm very sorry," said Hardy, as he reverently dusted the muff on his coat-sleeve before returning it.

She waved her muff toward the towering peak.

He saw her lift her muff up to her heart, saw her waver, then move resolutely toward him.

This boy looked exactly like a lady's muff with a hairy head above it and a pair of feet below.

The boys and young men just muff about at it for three times as long as would be needed to master completely both those tongues if they had "live" teachers, and so they acquire habits of busy futility and petty pedantry in all intellectual processes that haunt them throughout life.

Not many Miles beyond this Place I was informed that one of the last Year's little Muffs had by some means or other straggled into those Parts, and that all Women of Fashion were cutting their old Muffs in two, or retrenching them, according to the little Model [which ] was got among them.

" "Now, Belle, you will begin to believe that I'm a muff at heart," Darrin remonstrated.

She nodded and put her muff before her mouth to hide an uncontrollable quivering of her lips.

They did not have to question her; she threw out her hands, casting her muff from her as she did so.

As she did so, she almost stumbled against a man, who drew back suddenly; on the other side stood Kitty, and Betty distinctly saw a piece of white paper pass from Kitty's muff into the hand of the stranger, whom she instantly recognized as the greasy fisherman who had crossed the bridge half an hour before.

Now, Virginia, turn up your coat collar and hold your muff over your nose, or Jack Frost will make an icicle out of you before you are half-way home.

Good bye, take the cat, dear, away, pray do;" and, so saying, aunt Agnes bustled off, leaving poor Edith more troubled and perplexed with Muff than ever.