1 He was very strong and clever with his knife and knew how to cut the dry and dead wood away, and could tell when an unpromising bough or twig had still green life in it.
2 He made one of his low whistling calls and the robin turned his head and looked at him inquiringly, still holding his twig.
3 He had not gone far before he met an old miser: close by them stood a tree, and on the topmost twig sat a thrush singing away most joyfully.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MISER IN THE BUSH 4 She would form these very neatly out of pieces of twig, and would then decorate them with a flower or two and walk round them admiring them.
5 She took an enamel mug from a twig on a tree, and stooped to fill it for him.
6 When I came to I found that it was still bleeding, so I tied one end of my handkerchief very tightly round the wrist and braced it up with a twig.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In IX. THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENGINEER’S THUMB 7 The manager was switching his leg with a slender twig: his sagacious relative lifted his head.
8 The dawns were heralded by the descent of a chill stillness; the woodcutters slept, their fires burned low; the snapping of a twig would make you start.
9 The living trees, lashed together by the creepers and every living bush of the undergrowth, might have been changed into stone, even to the slenderest twig, to the lightest leaf.
10 Now, I saw the damp lying on the bare hedges and spare grass, like a coarser sort of spiders' webs; hanging itself from twig to twig and blade to blade.
11 "That one too, near the twig," she pointed out to little Masha a little fungus, split in half across its rosy cap by the dry grass from under which it thrust itself.
12 And then had been spun between them an early morning thread before the twigs and leaves of real friendship emerge.
13 Cold breaths of wind came, and overhead there was an anger of entangled wind caught among the twigs.
14 So he quickly took some larch twigs to the little brick fire-place in the corner, and in a moment the yellow flame was running up the chimney.
15 When she came with her flowers, panting to the hut, he had already started a fire, and the twigs were crackling.