The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp
sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way.
It was a crisp
autumn evening, just cold enough to make one glad to quit playing tag in the yard, and retreat into the kitchen.
The dust in the curtains, if you will pardon me for hinting such a thing, has parched my throat to a crisp
It was a crisp
, clear day, the first of its order for some time; the night had brought a touch of frost, and the autumn air, bright and sharp, made the church bells almost gay.
Among the Dutch whalemen these scraps are called fritters; which, indeed, they greatly resemble, being brown and crisp
, and smelling something like old Amsterdam housewives' dough-nuts or oly-cooks, when fresh.
Out from the centre of the sea, poor Pip turned his crisp
, curling, black head to the sun, another lonely castaway, though the loftiest and the brightest.
This is the correct Andalusian dawn now - crisp
, fresh, dewy, fragrant, pungent - "
You have done well, Harris; this report is concise, compact, well expressed; the language is crisp
, the descriptions are vivid and not needlessly elaborated; your report goes straight to the point, attends strictly to business, and doesn't fool around.
When the last crisp
slice of bacon was gone, and the last allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment.
The housekeeper -- dressed to perfection, as usual, in a quiet, lavender-colored summer gown, a black mantilla, an unassuming straw bonnet, and a crisp
blue veil -- escorted her invalid master with the tenderest attention; sometimes directing his notice respectfully to the various objects of the sea view; sometimes bending her head in graceful acknowledgment of the courtesy of passing strangers on the Parade, who stepped aside to let the invalid pass by.
He wore an odd little sleek crisp
flaxen wig, setting very close to his head: which wig, it is to be presumed, was made of hair, but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of silk or glass.
At length he reached the fir-tree beneath which she was sitting, and with a crisp
crackling sound he alighted beside her, and looked at her lovely face.