Then I saw her spin and weave this flax into a magic coat.

Up early in the morning, we beat some grass close by the stream, and roused out an enormous boar that gave us a three mile spin and a good fight, after Pat had given him first spear.

BecausebecauseI will not let her spin.

"Some scorcher or amateur racer, probably," I said, "who takes the opportunity of getting a spin on the wood pavement when the streets are empty."

"All right!" says Bobby, philosophically, walking away; "I am sure I do not mind, only I had a fancy for having one more spin with you.

I done de cookin, mosly, an helped my mammy spin.

"I can take you ladies to Yolanda if you'd like a spin in the open better than a stuffy ride in the train.

I don't think you've had very much chance of making my money spin, eh, Mrs. Tadman?" The widow cast up her hands and eyes towards the ceiling of the parlour where they were sitting.

Those who prefer a spin of a few hours on a good road in the open air to a close church and a dull sermon, surely have the right to choose, whether with trees and flowers and singing birds to worship in "That temple not made with hands, eternal in the heavens," or within four walls to sleep during the intonation of that melancholy service that relegates us all, without distinction of sex or color, to the ranks of "miserable sinners."

I promised Worth a little spin on the river before dinner.

I was just going to suggest to Frank and Andy here, that if they felt like taking a little spin off to the northward this fine morning, and discovered anything suspicious, they could get word to us, perhaps through the Bloomsbury Central, for we'll be apt to keep in touch with home.

Well, Fleetfoot, do you want another spin?

He caused the maiden to be led into another room, still larger, full of straw; and then he bade her spin it into gold during the night if she valued her life.

She taught me how to weave an' spin.

Another dance the dancers spin, A shadow-dance of mystic pain, And other partners enter in And dance within my lonely brain

They listened to the story of cotton-mills as fairy dreams, exclaiming: "How can iron spin, weave, and print?