Unit 1: Part 2 Vocabulary

He found a little wisp of grass floating there, and clung to it till he lost his senses. When he revived, he was lying in the hot sun on the middle of a garden path, very draggled indeed, and a small boy was saying: “Here’s a dead mongoose. Let’s have a funeral."

Rikki-tikki liked it immensely, and when it was finished he went out into the veranda and sat in the sunshine and fluffed up his fur to make it dry to the roots.

Rikki-tikki liked it immensely, and when it was finished he went out into the veranda and sat in the sunshine and fluffed up his fur to make it dry to the roots.

On the rubbish heap by the stables, mourning for Nag.

It may be some consolation to you when you’re dead to know that I shall settle accounts with the boy.

There, in the warm litter about the melons, very cunningly hidden, he found twenty-five eggs, about the size of a bantam's eggs, but with whitish skin instead of shell.

My mother and father would adore me. I would be beyond reproach.

A few weeks later Old Chong and my mother conspired to have me play in a talent show that was to be held in the church hall.

But my mother's expression was what devastated me: a quiet, blank look that said she had lost everything.

"I'm not going to play anymore," I said nonchalantly.

In the years that followed, I failed her many times, each time asserting my will, my right to fall short of expectations. I didn't get straight As. I didn't become class president. I didn't get into Stanford. I dropped out of college.

Last week I sent a tuner over to my parent's apartment and had the piano reconditioned, for purely sentimental reasons.

Nevertheless he managed to release it from the thorns, and carrying it tightly with one arm, holding the snaky head well away with the other hand (for he did not wish his eyes pecked out), he took it to the verge of the canal and dropped it in.

The swan instantly assumed great dignity and sailed out to the middle of the water, where it put itself to rights with much dabbling and preening, smoothing its feathers with little showers of drops.

"I see you are presumptuous enough to know some of the laws of magic. You think that because you have rescued—by pure good fortune—the King of the Forest from a difficulty, you should have some fabulous reward."

Taking a thorn he pricked his tongue with it, to remind himself not to utter rash wishes aloud.

Then he took her to his house in a remote and lovely valley and showed her all his treasures—the bees in their white hives, the Jersey cows, the hyacinths, the silver candlesticks, the blue cups and the lustre bowl for putting primroses in.

He heard a harsh laugh behind him, and turning round saw the old King looking at him with a malicious expression.

“They’ve always been that way. And don’t mention it,” she said. “She’s sensitive about them."

Mom sounded as meek as a child.

Instead, she stumped up the stairs after Mom, trying to coax a smile from Ian, who was staring at her over Mom's shoulder.

Grandmother’s climb was long, slow, laborious.

Dad came back out, his face red from exertion.

Mom’s forehead furrowed as if she wasn’t sure how to explain things.

We later heard ominous creakings as he crawled into bed.

When these sides are up, it is perilous to roll too far toward the edge, for then the cot is likely to tip completely over, bringing the whole bed down on top of one, with a tremendous banging crash.

The dog, who never did like Briggs, jumped for him—assuming that he was the culprit in whatever was going on—and Roy had to throw Rex and hold him.

Earl was always a quiet, solemn little fellow.