The girl was wearing white, and swung a scarlet bag in one hand.

The girl neither jumped nor swung about; she simply kept going toward the door, opened it, and went through.

Of how a girl, crossing a street, never paused but swung her head both ways before stepping off the curb.

The girls swung the big gates open as the car came near.

He leaped from the saddle the instant that the girl was swinging into her own.

Remembering the man at the door, the girl swung toward him and opened a hurried fire.

All four girls swung hammers and assumed positions in the rock face.

Without glancing back, the girls swung into single file behind their mother.

The girl swung away and moved back to sit with Sufia.

The girl flung back the blanket and sat up, swinging her feet to the floor.