He talked about it a little.

We’ll know in a little while.

The little man sat looking at Manuel.

Jim stirred and curled a little tighter.

She lifted his head a little and shook it.

Jim was sleeping with his mouth a little open.

Dick put the three axes down on the little dock.

His eyes were shining and his hair was a little rumpled.

A little man sat behind a desk at the far side of the room.

“They’re usually the worst sufferers in these little affairs,” the doctor said.

Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger.

It was a four gallon jug and there was quite a little slopped back and forth in the bottom.

Jim had his arm around her and every little way they stopped and pressed against each other and Jim kissed her.

They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away.

The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house.

I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War.

I lived at West Egg, the⁠—well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them.

She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall.

I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise⁠—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression⁠—then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.

At any rate, Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly, and then quickly tipped her head back again⁠—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright.

This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe it⁠—I had no sight into Daisy’s heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.

When they all stepped back on the scaffolding back of the drop, which was very heavy, built of oak and steel and swung on ball bearings, Sam Cardinella was left sitting there strapped tight with the rope around his neck, the younger of the two priests kneeling beside the chair holding up a little crucifix.