And all these books, I suppose, were better to come along of the bus to-night?
I went up the street to see if the bus was coming.
The bus has come out from the King's Head yard, and you'll be late.
She fell in love with me on top of a bus in the Mile End Road,' he ses.
It was a warm evening, and I 'adn't got even a bus fare on me.
The first bus line in the State began operation between Minot and Bismarck in 1922.
Although the next two years saw the introduction of many bus and truck lines, these were not regulated by State law until placed under jurisdiction of the board of railway commissioners by legislative act in 1925.
The first bus line in the State was begun in 1922, between Bismarck and Minot.
Up in the front of the bus they could hear the boys moving steadily and stamping their feet.
Outside the shovels clanged against the steel sides of the bus as the boys dug into the snow again.
The bus is large and if the weather should get bad we could stay at Youde's until it clears.
There was plenty of room in the bus for the vehicle had a capacity of thirty and there were only eighteen in addition to the driver.
The bus ground to a stop in front of the store and the girls followed Ed across the curb.
But the snow was less than five inches deep and the powerful bus forged ahead steadily.
The bus driver returned and motioned to the other boys.
Then the speed of the bus slackened, the wheels spun futilely, and their forward motion ceased.
Fortunately, he had tied several shovels to the bus before leaving Youde's and they were not without implements to dig themselves out.
Gradually the straining progress of the bus slowed, finally stopped, the gears clashed, and they lurched backward several hundred feet.
Janet must have been dozing for the heavy roar of the bus motor awoke her with a start.
The windows of the bus were heavily frosted for a heater was going full blast but the driver, a middle aged man, had a windshield wiper cutting a swath through the frost that formed on the glass in front of him.
They were soon ready and once more the door of the bus was opened.
Hij is alreeds gekleed in een engsluitenden rok van ongebleekt linnen, met slechts eene (de linker) mouw er aan, waardoor zijn rechterarm tot aan den schouder ontbloot en gereed is in de geheimzinnige bus neer te duiken.
Connie stared at her little friend, who now was etching a face on the dusty bus window.
The girls felt quite happy as they trudged to thebus stop.
The arrival of a city-bound bus brought the talk to an end.
Arm in arm, the girls walked up the road, looking for a bus stop.
Passengers on the bus verified the driver's story, with some minor variations.
A slender, middle-aged woman stepped off the busand walked up the quiet, dark street toward her home.
Yet the light of the bus so near him gave him fresh hope, and with it fresh strength.
When you get to the road wait for the bus and stop it.
Each maneuver of this kind narrowed the angle between himself and the bus until soon he would be pursuing it.
The two scoutmasters of the arriving troops remained in the bus with the first aid scouts and a queer little codger who seemed to be lame; the others walked.
Just as the bus was passing his course, and when it was perhaps three or four hundred feet distant, Hervey, putting all his strength into a final spurt, sped forward in a blind frenzy like one possessed.
Hervey Willetts had ridden on top of that bus (contrary to orders), but he had never before lain quietly on the seat of it and been watched by two scoutmasters.
When they got him in the bus he muttered something and they thought he was talking about his foot.
How he got from the place where he fell to the bus is a mystery.
If it had been a motor bus its lights might have foretold the danger.
From the station he drove to the large political club where he always put up, ate a dinner that exactly accorded with his station in life, and took a horse bus to the Hotel Gigantique.
Two people left a bus in the King's Road and turned down it.
Together they entered a busand slowly rumbled eastwards.
One bus conductor is all civility; another is all bad temper, and between the two extremes you will get every shade of good and bad manners.
I mentally survey my candidates as the bus lumbers along.
II I was riding in a bus yesterday afternoon when I overheard a conversation between a couple of smartly dressed young people--a youth and a maiden--at the other end of the vehicle.
It is the spirit of Jest inside the breast of the motor bus asserting himself.
He can no longer stop all the buses in the Strand by a wave of his hand, but he can get in any bus he chooses.
I found the question so exciting that I had reached the end of my journey (I was in a bus at the time) almost before I had reached the end of my list.
The buswas quite full of people, some of whom affected not to hear, while others paid the young people the tribute of attention, if not of approval.
We in the bus could afford to bear the affliction of that young couple with tolerance and even amusement, for they only hurt themselves.
A half-hour later he dropped off the bus at Lawrence Avenue and Sheridan Road.
Marsh stepped off the motor busat Oak Street to keep his appointment with Hunt.
He looked up the address of the Merton offices, and putting on his coat and hat, took the Sheridan Road motor bus downtown.
From there he walked over to State Street and took the motor bus for the scene of the singular event which it was now his duty to investigate.
The bus took them to within a square of the airport.
When she walked to thebus stop there were tears in her eyes, tears of anger and self-reproach.
Our bus-mate came and told us we were to sit in the bus till the post-work was done, then we should be driven to the hotel where we could eat, and then he would accompany us on the town omnibus to the boat.
And she sat with her knees touching mine, rocking against mine as the bus swayed.
The bus stopped again, and they trooped out into the hot sun.
The bus has stopped quite close to the door of the inn: Star of Italy, was it?
There were wild farewells, and the bus rolled out of Gavoi between the desolate mountain fields and the rocks, on a sort of table-land.
The bus slid to a standstill in a high valley, beside a stream where the road from Fonni joined ours.
The bus can't quite keep in the grooves of this wild bare road.
Because there was a signora whom the motion of the bus made ill.
Hamlet accepted it, and his mate held him a light as thebus swung on.
The bus started venomously, the priest came running, his gown flapping, wiping his lips.
The bus conductor came to me and asked anxiously if the q-b were ill.
The bus faded to a standstill, and we climbed out.
We were on an incline, and insidiously, oh most subtly the greatbus started to lean forwards and steal into motion.
The bus slid past, the man holding the wagon-pole, while some oxen stood like rock, some swayed their horns.
I was so afraid somebody in the bus would notice it.
The door closed; the girls waved good-bye to the attendant, and the bus started.
We'll take a bus back to Riverside from Coopersburg.
Can we stay here until a bus comes along--they do run along here, don't they?
Ten minutes later the two girls and Mr. Gay were seated in the bus bound for Riverside.
We can pick up a busalong this road, I think," returned Mary Louise reassuringly.
The bus stopped, and the driver looked doubtfully at Silky.
The bus rumbled on for twenty minutes or so and finally deposited the girls in Riverside, half a block from their homes.
If we don't find Elsie, we can take a bus back from Coopersburg.
