Presently she heard a queer little squeaky noise that sounded like "Squeak, Squeak, Squeak!!! Oh Little Black Mingo, help me or I shall be drowned." She got up and looked to see what was calling, and she saw a bush coming floating down the river with something wriggling and scrambling about in it, and as it came near she saw that it was a Mongoose that was in the bush. So she waded out as far as she could, and caught hold of the bush and pulled it in, and the poor Mongoose crawled up her arm on to her shoulder, and she carried him to shore.英文原著 · 《The Story of Little Black Sambo》
Presently, squeak! squeak! sounded something beneath Hans' feet. next his strokes grew shorter, ending oftimes with a jerk, and finally, he lay sprawling upon the ice, kicking against the air with many a fantastic flourish.英文原著 · 《Hans Brinker》
Fine yellow sunlight down the rue du Mont Thabor. Ten o'clock striking from all the clock-towers of Paris. Over the door of a shop, in gilt letters: "Martin -- Parfumeur", and something more. A large gilded wooden something. Listen! What a ringing of hammers! Squeak! Squeak!英文原著 · 《Men, Women and Ghosts》
Sunshine in a golden flood Lighting up the yellow fronts of houses, Glittering each window to a flash. Squeak! Squeak! The hammers beat and rap. A Prussian hussar on a grey horse goes by at a dash. From other shops, the noise of striking blows: Pounds, thumps, and whacks; Wooden sounds: splinters -- cracks. Paris is full of the galloping of horses and the knocking of hammers. "Hullo!英文原著 · 《Men, Women and Ghosts》
He treated me well and fairly." "And you prefer him to Bourbons, admit it squarely." "Heaven forbid!" Bang! Whack! Squeak! Squeak! Crack! CRASH! "Oh, Lord, Martin! That shield is hash.英文原著 · 《Men, Women and Ghosts》
He'd on a pair of new boots and they squeaked all the way up and down the aisles. And every time the boots squeaked the elder made a face, like he had toothache. It was awful funny. How's your missionary quilt coming on, Cecily?"
Was there anything Peg didn't know? "Very well," said Cecily. "You can put my name on it, if you want to."
"Oh, thank you. Which section--the five-cent one or the ten-cent one?" asked Cecily timidly. "The ten-cent one, of course.英文原著 · 《The Golden Road》