Forces to listen

Usage examples of buttonholes.

One was the jury room and the other was for consultations, Buttonholes explained.

There were the two that Buttonholes had seen, Miss MacGowan, and ex-Senator Peveley, the latter very red-faced, very perspiring, and apparently very cross.

The little janitor, Buttonholes, rushed forward to help close the door and looked regretfully at the pool of muddy water on the tile floor.

An hour later the police discovered Buttonholes showing visitors the scene of the crime for twenty-five cents a head, and threw him in the city jail.

Malone recognized Buttonholes from Jake's description and introduced himself.

It was crowded, with most of the out-of-town visitors clustered around Buttonholes, buying him drinks while they listened to his description of his premonitions.

As they came in, Buttonholes, a mop and pail in his hand, vanished through a door that led to the basement.

He wished Buttonholes would go away and leave him to suffer in solitude.

He tucked the quart of gin under his arm, bought another drink for Buttonholes, and promised to return Hercules unharmed (“Just turn him loose and he'll come home,” Buttonholes had said.

If Buttonholes wouldn't part with this one for a reasonable, or perhaps even unreasonable, consideration, he meant to purchase one the minute he got back to Chicago.

I am a stupid thing, and ought to be studying, not playing,” was Beth’s resolution, while Amy followed their example by heroically declaring, “I shall learn to make buttonholes, and attend to my parts of speech.

She does her own hair, and I am teaching her to make buttonholes and mend her stockings.

I was thanking my stars that I’d learned to make nice buttonholes, when the parlor door opened and shut, and someone began to hum, Kennst Du Das Land, like a big bumblebee.

He looked like an Italian, was dressed like an Englishman, and had the independent air of an American – a combination which caused sundry pairs of feminine eyes to look approvingly after him, and sundry dandies in black velvet suits, with rose-colored neckties, buff gloves, and orange flowers in their buttonholes, to shrug their shoulders, and then envy him his inches.

She stopped speaking as she looked down and saw that a couple of the buttons on her shirt had pulled free of the buttonholes, leaving her creamy cleavage fully exposed.