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On the outskirts of the town they came to earth and deflated the balloon bag, since the hospital stood in a group of trees and it would have been impossible to make a landing there. The Wondership was converted into an auto and sent speeding toward the main street of the village. Suddenly they heard a whir of wheels behind them and an impatient tooting of a horn.
But when Penelope played "Down by the Mill," one heard only the notes accurate, rhythmic, an excellent imitation; when Hester played it, one might catch the whir of the wheel, the swish of the foaming brook, and almost the spicy smell of the sawdust, so vividly was the scene brought to mind.
And there had been a horseback ride with the girl. Oh, yes out of some strained sense of of parental humor there had been a forced horseback ride. And the weather hadbeen hot and black and then suddenly very yellow. Yellow? Yellow? Dizzily the world began to whir through his senses a prism of light, a fume of sulphur! Yellow? Yellow? What was yellow? What was anything? What was anything? Yes!
No sooner was there an answering blast of a steam whistle, indicating that the steamer had seen the torch, than something cold, wet, leathery, and slimy slipped around my neck. I dropped the torch, and drew my knife, while I heard the whir of the static machine as the professor turned it. "'Use your knife, mine friend, he called. 'Use your knife, und reach for any blood what you see.
Pensively she looked across the distant fields, whence came the hum and whir of reaping. There was a far-away look in her face that the man beside her was powerless to understand. She was making swift readjustments as best she might, and, wisely, he left her to herself. As they approached Madame Bernard's, Juliet turned to him.
The young officer leaped nimbly into the chassis, and presently a buzzing whir told that the faithful Golden Butterfly was taking the air once more. "Score two for us!" thought Peggy to herself. From a far corner of the pasture, Mortlake watched his young rivals climbing the sky. He shook his fist at them and his heavy face darkened.
They tumbled down together, Varta's head pillowed on Lur's smooth side, and so slept as the sun and worlds of Asti whirled protectingly above them. A whir of wings in the air above her head awakened Varta. One of the small, jewel bright flying lizard creatures of the deep jungle poised and dipped to investigate more closely the worlds of Asti.
As you saw me first, so now!" Some lines of Lanier's poem of the morning were ringing wildly in Carl's ears. "The blades of the marsh grass stir; Passeth a hurrying sound of wings that westward whir; Passeth, and all is still; and the currents cease to run; And the sea and the marsh are one." "Why do you look at me so?" asked Keela.
Locomotive bells slowly swung and clanged; steam was escaping; cabs, drays, and trucks rumbled and creaked along; there was a whir of a street-sweeping machine turning a corner and the shrill cries of newsboys selling the morning papers.
The eye of the machine roamed over the face of the water, seeming to peer searchingly into the depths of shining blue; the small interior whir started again upon the click of the switch, and forthwith three explosions, following upon each other rapidly, tore that tranquil water-mirror, spouting three geyser-jets into the sun-soaked evening air.
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