He wrote on for a few moments; then he raised the sandbox and sprinkled the document.
With the sandbox tilted in the air, like a dicer about to make his throw, he looked at the lad.
Then there was the snug berth in the sandbox you could curl all up in.
He wrote the words after the name, and shook the sandbox over the wet ink.
We may suppose that Steele called for pens and ...