1 Now the boy began to draw something on the slate, hiding his work with his left hand.
2 Now Tom began to scrawl something on the slate, hiding the words from the girl.
3 So he put Joe's slate on the desk and drew a line down the middle of it from top to bottom.
4 Then they sat together, with a slate before them, and Tom gave Becky the pencil and held her hand in his, guiding it, and so created another surprising house.
5 The next morning he gathered an armful of pieces of slate and began.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 33. Roman Bandits. 6 He applied his imitative powers to everything, and, like Giotto, when young, he drew on his slate sheep, houses, and trees.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 33. Roman Bandits. 7 One night I was sitting in the chimney corner with my slate, expending great efforts on the production of a letter to Joe.
8 "I should like to be," said I, glancing at the slate as he held it; with a misgiving that the writing was rather hilly.
9 The old Battery out on the marshes was our place of study, and a broken slate and a short piece of slate-pencil were our educational implements: to which Joe always added a pipe of tobacco.
10 When my sister found that Biddy was very quick to understand her, this mysterious sign reappeared on the slate.
11 I come into the second-best parlour after breakfast, with my books, and an exercise-book, and a slate.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 4. I FALL INTO DISGRACE 12 After laying his head on the desk for a little while, he would cheer up, somehow, begin to laugh again, and draw skeletons all over his slate, before his eyes were dry.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 7. MY 'FIRST HALF' AT SALEM HOUSE 13 The houses were farther and farther apart now, and leaning out Scarlett saw the red brick and slate roof of Miss Pittypat's house.
14 Well, it's made of brick and it's got about the only slate roof in Atlanta and that kept the sparks from setting it afire, I guess.
15 A cold wind was blowing stiffly and the scudding clouds overhead were the deep gray of slate when Scarlett and Mammy stepped from the train in Atlanta the next afternoon.