1 I don't know how, but the book tells.
2 And Mr. Brooke laid his book on her lap with an inviting smile.
3 Meg had a cushion, Jo a book, Beth a basket, and Amy a portfolio.
4 "Yes, if you are good, and love your book, as the boys in the primer are told to do," said Meg, smiling.
5 After resisting for some time, she yielded to the impulse, and armed with a book to return, went over to the big house.
6 "It's only me, Sir, come to return a book," she said blandly, as she entered.
7 Don't spoil your book, my girl, for there is more in it than you know, and the idea is well worked out.
8 Make a good, popular book, and get as much money as you can.
9 The little book was brought slowly out and laid down before him.
10 John, dear, I'm ashamed to show you my book, for I've really been dreadfully extravagant lately.
11 "Me wants me Bhaer," said the mite, slamming down her book and running to meet him.
12 She assumed an injured air as they came in, never lifted her eyes from her book, or asked a single question.
13 "Scold as much as you like, you'll never see your silly old book again," cried Amy, getting excited in her turn.
14 Jo's book was the pride of her heart, and was regarded by her family as a literary sprout of great promise.
15 I retired to a window-seat, and taking a book from a table near, endeavoured to read.