1 So she sought the jacket pocket.
2 Tom took something out of his pocket.
3 The new boy took two broad coppers out of his pocket and held them out with derision.
4 His face lighted with a happy solution of his thought; he put the bark hastily in his pocket.
5 So he returned his straitened means to his pocket, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys.
6 His hand wandered into his pocket and his face lit up with a glow of gratitude that was prayer, though he did not know it.
7 He took a kite-line from his pocket, tied it to a projection, and he and Becky started, Tom in the lead, unwinding the line as he groped along.
8 He put his hand on his jacket pocket, found his piece of bark safe, and then struck through the woods, following the shore, with streaming garments.
9 Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but the old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a-man's pocket, because it cut down the doctor's bill like everything.
10 He picked up a clean pine shingle that lay in the moon-light, took a little fragment of "red keel" out of his pocket, got the moon on his work, and painfully scrawled these lines, emphasizing each slow down-stroke by clamping his tongue between his teeth, and letting up the pressure on the up-strokes.