So he joyfully returned to his father's palace, where he found his friend the Fairy, who at once presented him with a magic pebble
like his own.
You sit there, and Aunt Lucy there, and Aunt Clara here"; he arranged three pebbles
on the grass between them.
He came back with great leaps across the jam, one huge hand filled with round, water-washed pebbles
He kicked a small pebble
that lay convenient to his foot.
This was a fountain, set round with a rim of old mossy stones, and paved, in its bed, with what appeared to be a sort of mosaic-work of variously colored pebbles
The little ant-- observing that I was noticing--turned him on his back, sunk his fangs into his throat, lifted him into the air and started vigorously off with him, stumbling over little pebbles
, stepping on the spider's legs and tripping himself up, dragging him backward, shoving him bodily ahead, dragging him up stones six inches high instead of going around them, climbing weeds twenty times his own height and jumping from their summits--and finally leaving him in the middle of the road to be confiscated by any other fool of an ant that wanted him.
thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles
came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face.
And now bright smiling dawn came on apace; the flowers of the field, revived, raised up their heads, and the crystal waters of the brooks, murmuring over the grey and white pebbles
, hastened to pay their tribute to the expectant rivers; the glad earth, the unclouded sky, the fresh breeze, the clear light, each and all showed that the day that came treading on the skirts of morning would be calm and bright.
Dreary, chill November was howling out of doors, and vexing the atmosphere with sudden showers of wintry rain, or sometimes with gusts of snow, that rattled like small pebbles
against the windows.
I think the best way will be for you to weed the beds, while I sort out these pebbles
, ready to mark the walks with.
If D'Artagnan had been a poet, it was a beautiful spectacle: the immense strand of a league or more, the sea covers at high tide, and which, at the reflux, appears gray and desolate, strewed with polypi and seaweed, with pebbles
sparse and white, like bones in some vast old cemetery.
The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles
which lay in front of the house glittered like real silver pennies.