The ladies have no imagination; if they can't touch it, it doesn't count." Mark drank and smiled. "I spend a fortune on shirts and sweaters. 'Oooh, they say. I hold out my arm for the feel. 'Yeah, nice silk and cashmere, I say. 'Alpaca, or whatever the hell it is. Next day, I mail it to them. Would look better on you, I tell them." "I don't have a fortune," Oliver said.

Miss Shoemaker, let me make you acquainted with my wife. Now, you girls'll have to get a move on if you want to see anything." The male escorts grasp the ladies' arms and shove them ahead, that being the only way if you are ever going to get any place. The women gasp and pant and make a great to-do. "Ooh! Wait till I get my breath. Will! Weeull! Don't go so fay-ust! Oooh! I can't stand it.

When this smaller silhouette in ink suddenly walked upright, the observer's mouth fell open, and there was reason to hope that it might remain so, in silence, especially as several other pedestrians had stopped to watch the poodle's uncalled-for exhibition. But all at once the elderly rowdy saw fit to become uproarious. "Hoopsee!" she shouted. "Oooh, Gran'ma!"

Oooh I no's dat is so cause I seed hit wid my own eyes. "My Mammy had a woman dat lived wid us and she died, and sometimes afterwards, she called me and I looked in de room and dis woman was sitting on de side of de bed and wen i spoke to her she slowly ris up and went thru a crack about two inches wide. now dats a fak!

He stripped awkwardly, thinking that there was a first time for everything, and followed her into the icy water. She swam up and down, diving and surfacing, blowing water, black hair sleek behind her ears. Patrick did a few somersaults and floated, feeling the heat of the day drain out of his body. "Oooh," she said, walking out of the water and onto the rocks. "Let's build a fire."

A heavy odor scented the darkness. Grandpa said, "They can't expect decent folks . . . !" Grandma said, "We've got to stretch out somewheres. Even under a tree. This baby. . . ." Sally was crying a miserable little cry, and an Italian woman who reminded Rose-Ellen of Mrs. Albi peered out of a patched tent and said, "Iss a bambina! Oooh, the little so-white bambina! Look you here, quick!

It was an owl and I've heard hundreds of them up here. Still, they do sound different outside of one's own room. It's going to rain. What wretched luck! Dear me, I can't stand here all night. How black it is ahead there. Oooh! Really, now, it does seem a bit terrifying.

There was a rustle in the lilac-bushes near the cedar-tree; the three small heads turned simultaneously in that direction; something terrific was evidently seen, and with a horrified "OOOH!" the trio skedaddled headlong. They were but the gay vanguard of the life which the street, quite dead through the Sunday dinner-hour, presently took on.

Chives were blooming by the shed. He picked a handful of purple blossoms and carried them to Ann's Deli. "Top o' the mornin'," he said to Willow who was behind the counter. "Oooh," she said. "Chives!" She put them in a small glass with water and set them on the counter. She motioned Patrick to the back of the deli where she put her arms around him. "Patrick?" "Mmmm."

"Oooh, I'd never remember all my cards in the world," Carolyn Drake wailed. "I know I had five Clubs Ace, King, Queen " "You had the Jack, not the Queen, for I held it myself," Penny contradicted her crisply. "Until this matter of who held which cards after Mrs. Marshall's deal is settled, I shall have to ask you all to remain as you are now," Dundee said to the players seated at the other table.