Nick put the basin out in the kitchen.

It was an awful mess to put you through.

“Put it right in,” Dick Boulton shouted.

Give me the book, I’ll put it in my pocket.

Dick put the three axes down on the little dock.

“Now,” his father said, “there’s some stitches to put in.”

“I’ll put some peroxide on that, George,” the doctor said.

Liz sat at the table after she put on the food and ate with the family.

“There. That gets it,” said his father and put something into the basin.

The doctor stood up and put the shotgun in the corner behind the dresser.

We were frightfully put out when we heard the flank had gone, and we had to fall back.

Into the water left in the kettle he put several things he unwrapped from a handkerchief.

Nick’s father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it was heating he spoke to Nick.

Jim came over back of her chair and stood there and she could feel him breathing and then he put his arms around her.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”