Stacy opened the door to the studio. She scratched her hand.

On Saturday, Martin made magic.

Someone had invited a camel to Thanksgiving. Norman knew the fun was about to begin.

As soon as the party started, Clarence took a long sip of his cocktail.

The sound of snoring made Eugene want to scream.

Rosemary had been expecting Edith for hours. She put down her toothbrush.

Mabel was climbing. She swallowed nervously.

Lord Tillycester was in one of his moods.

After spending a night in hospital, Carol was relieved to see her father.

Wendy could see that Joan was a plumber. She tried not to worry.

It was a long way to the cave. Arthur stopped and looked at the time.

If the lighthouse-keeper didn't arrive soon, Robert didn't know what he would do.

Beth buttoned up her jacket.

Dwight had never been to the river. He snapped his fingers.

Viola hoped that Cathy was original.

"You deserve this," Lee told himself as he waited on the roof.

When wolves began to howl, Joe knew it was time to run.

For as long as Alexander could remember, he'd wanted to be a butler.

Roger had come to Spain prepared. He was here to meet the painter.

The bright light coming from the guest room made Jamie uneasy.