1 He kept that book under lock and key.
2 I can't fall; that ain't the way it is in the book.
3 THE harder Tom tried to fasten his mind on his book, the more his ideas wandered.
4 She glanced around; found herself alone, and the next instant she had the book in her hands.
5 Becky snatched at the book to close it, and had the hard luck to tear the pictured page half down the middle.
6 Every day he took a mysterious book out of his desk and absorbed himself in it at times when no classes were reciting.
7 She did not expect that Tom could get out of his trouble by denying that he spilt the ink on the book himself; and she was right.
8 Nudges and winks and whispers traversed the room, but Tom sat still, with his arms upon the long, low desk before him, and seemed to study his book.
9 Every boy and girl had a theory about the nature of that book; but no two theories were alike, and there was no way of getting at the facts in the case.
10 By and by, Mr. Dobbins straightened himself up, yawned, then unlocked his desk, and reached for his book, but seemed undecided whether to take it out or leave it.
11 If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.
12 He had to eat with a knife and fork; he had to use napkin, cup, and plate; he had to learn his book, he had to go to church; he had to talk so properly that speech was become insipid in his mouth; whithersoever he turned, the bars and shackles of civilization shut him in and bound him hand and foot.