Tilly looked reproachfully at Aunt Sally; Aunt Sally looked reproachfully at Uncle Dave, who passed the reproach on to the dog.
"The Bishop of Cottontown" by John Trotwood Moore
In the evening with the help of a cane and Sally, Aunt Selina managed to reach the dining-room for dinner.
"The Blue Birds' Winter Nest" by Lillian Elizabeth Roy
How was Aunt Sally Doane?
"Mary Ware's Promised Land" by Annie Fellows Johnston
Aunt Sally, from Eddings Point, amused us with her queer, wild talk a long time.
"Letters from Port Royal" by Various
That night Aunt Sally watched the sunset over the hills through bitter tears.
"Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1909 to 1922" by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Aunt Farnsworth condoled with her niece on the loss of her money, and the receipt for Sally Lunn cake.
"The Continental Monthly, Vol. 3, No. 1 January 1863" by Various
I know the children will be in good hands when they are with you and Aunt Sallie.
"The Curlytops and Their Playmates" by Howard R. Garis
Aunt Sallie, a slight bird-like little creature, reached scarcely to his shoulder.
"Blue Ridge Country" by Jean Thomas
My Ethiopian friends jumped at the proposal, and forthwith fraternized with Aunt Sally.
"Mystic London:" by Charles Maurice Davies
For some time, "Aunt Sally Jefferson," the cook at Leslie Manor had been ailing, and had recently gone away to "res' up.
"A Dixie School Girl" by Gabrielle E. Jackson
Pre-Civil War-era ' Aunt Sally Jack' house in Beaufort under renovation.
Uncle Joe's awful stories, Aunt Sally's rants on 'America's Got Talent,' and Grandpa complaining about anything and everything will all just melt away into background noice with a nice buzz on.
Now that some stores are starting to open on Thanksgiving Day, my BFF Stacy and I don't have to waste time listening to my boring Uncle Bob go on and on about his quadruple bypass or hear about her Aunt Sally's double knee replacement.
This Thanksgiving, when you hand over the cranberries and pumpkin pie to Aunt Sally and Grandpa Joe, you might take a minute to think about the DNA around the dining room table.
I know nothing more comforting than a fine spiced pickle, brought up trout-like from the sparkling depths of the aromatic jar below the stairs of Aunt Sally's cellar—Thomas Jefferson.
Whether you picked the right six numbers in your state's lottery or your dear Aunt Sally left you her condo in Boca Raton, you have some issues to deal with.