The boy went up to his father and handed him a report of the marks he had received at school.

The boy turned to me and handed over the canvas bag.

A 12-year-old boy stepped forward, handed me a pen and asked for my autograph.

The boy handed over the change, took the needle and ran out.

In fact, the boy had handed him back his instrument and started to turn away before he got control of himself.

The boys pulled out their driver's licenses and handed them to Barnes.

Finally the older boy loaded the weapon with eight little bullets and carefully handed it to him.

Without a word, the boy handed the water to Edwyr.

Without protest, taken by surprise, the boy handed it to him.

All the time he was wondering what she would say when the boy handed her the envelope.