Brown, soft-eyed children ran out from the quaint stone hovels to offer nosegays, or bunches
of oranges still on the bough.
Some of the patches carried with them bunches
of grass and small bushes.
His nether garment was a yellow nankeen, closely fitted to the shape, and tied at his bunches
of knees by large knots of white ribbon, a good deal sullied by use.
What had been the counter or "bar" of the saloon, gorgeous in white and gold, now sawn in two and divided, was set up on opposite sides of the room as separate dressing-tables, decorated with huge bunches
of azaleas, that hid the rough earthenware bowls, and gave each table the appearance of a vestal altar.
This nigger had a good-natured, chuckle-headed face, and his wool was all tied up in little bunches
It was six blocks long, and in each block two or three brick stores, three stories high, towered above interjected bunches
of little frame shops.
A haycart had been decked with green vines and bunches
of long-stemmed field daisies, those gay darlings of New England meadows.
And speaking aloud, he continued--"Ladies, you talked of going to Hay Common to visit the gipsy camp; Sam here says that one of the old Mother Bunches
is in the servants' hall at this moment, and insists upon being brought in before 'the quality,' to tell them their fortunes.
There were pears and apples, clustered high in blooming pyramids; there were bunches
of grapes, made, in the shopkeepers' benevolence to dangle from conspicuous hooks, that people's mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks among the woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through withered leaves; there were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after dinner.
Barkis, but he was not there; and instead of him a fat, short-winded, merry-looking, little old man in black, with rusty little bunches
of ribbons at the knees of his breeches, black stockings, and a broad-brimmed hat, came puffing up to the coach window, and said:
It happened one day that I passed a tree under which lay several dry gourds, and catching one up I amused myself with scooping out its contents and pressing into it the juice of several bunches
of grapes which hung from every bush.
She was rather burdened with bunches
of herbs and two onions in a bag.