Unit 1: Part 2 Vocabulary

The puppy stopped in the road, wagging its tail timidly, trembling with shyness and cold.

Doris trudged through the yard, went up the shoveled drive and met the dog.

He agreed to let it sleep in the basement, while Mrs. Lacey grudgingly let Doris feed it table scraps.

She smiled at them, but they continued to ignore her.

Lying there, like stone, still exhausted, she wondered if she would ever in her life have anything.

“You’d better feed that mutt before it dies of starvation,” Mr. Lacey said.

“What do you know about vows?” I asked.

I was so anxious to get outside that we ran down the four flights of stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.

Keisha and Yvonne turned and Naomi and I jumped together, practicing a new routine.

As we climbed some more, I tried not to imagine a huge yellow dog with red eyes gnawing at my heels.

“No sense in both of us being mauled,” I said.

Then Naomi had a laughing spasm.

Aaron put on his quilted jacket and a cap with earmuffs, bound a rope around Zlateh’s neck, and took along two slices of bread with cheese to eat on the road.

He realized that he was no longer on the road. He had gone astray.

The dried hay, grass, and field flowers exuded the warmth of the summer sun.

It was all white, quiet, dreaming dreams of heavenly splendor.

Aaron's family and their neighbors had searched for the boy and the goat but had found no trace of them during the storm.

Zlateh sat near the stove watching the children and the flickering of the Hanukkah candles.

Shortly, the barking of the dogs accompanied them.

All I could hear was the drone of insects.

Instinctively, Roberto and I ran and hid in the vineyards.

I woke up early that morning and lay in bed, looking at the stars and savoring the thought of not going to work and of starting sixth grade for the first time that year.

Finally, after struggling for English words, I managed to tell her that I wanted to enroll in the sixth grade.

Some people choose their dogs, and some dogs choose their people. The Pengelly family had no say in the choosing of Lob; he came to them in the second way, and very decisively.

So they dutifully took no notice of him the next day until he spoiled their good resolutions by dashing up to them with joyful barks, wagging his tail so hard that he winded Tess and knocked Tim's legs from under him.

Then she saw the train slide away out of sight around the next headland, with a melancholy wail that sounded like Lob's last good-bye.

“Are you sure of your diagnosis?” Ellie asked.