The big yellow
and brown ones won't hurt you; they're bull-snakes and help to keep the gophers down.
We must hurry and get back to the road of yellow
brick before dark," he said; and the Scarecrow agreed with him.
You are sure, then, that we have found the way to the land of the yellow
From a world exclusively occupied in feeding waggons with sacks, half obliterated too in a fine yellow
fog, they got neither help nor attention.
enquired Zeb, who stared at the yellow
eyes as if fascinated.
They followed the Yellow
Hen into the house, which Aunt Em declared was neat as a pin.
The river lured him by the shortest path toward its refreshing waters, and when he had drunk, night already had fallen and he was some half mile or more down stream from the point where he had seen the pile of yellow
ingots, and where he hoped to meet the memory woman, or find some clew to her whereabouts or her identity.
Alert, dilating and contracting, as swift as cautious, and infinitely apprehensive, the pupils vertically slitted in jet into the midmost of amazing opals of greenish yellow
, the eyes roved the room.
Handkerchief hesitated; but I repeated the order fiercely (much more fiercely than I felt), at the same time sending my hand to my hip.
There was watercress soup, and sole, and a delightful omelette stuffed with mushrooms and truffles, and two small rare ducklings, and artichokes, and a dry yellow
Rhone wine of which Bartley had always been very fond.
We must be in the Country of the Winkies, for the color of that country is yellow
, and you will notice that 'most everything here is yellow
that has any color at all.
To right and left the long blue curve of the Solent lapped in a fringe of foam upon the yellow
Why, I've just laid an egg, that's all," replied a small, but sharp and distinct voice, and looking around her the little girl discovered a yellow
hen squatting in the opposite corner of the coop.
The spring boxes for the verandah steps have been filled with pink and white and yellow
dog that's spent most of his life in a cheap New York flat, sleeping in a corner on an old sateen underskirt (the one she spilled port wine on at the Lady Longshoremen's banquet), mustn't be expcctcd to perform any tricks with the art of speech.