Heated glass nursery shed

Usage examples of hothouse.

The Acme Florists were the only ones who carried those primroses, which were shipped from a hothouse in Sausalito, across the Bay.

In the hothouse Aubade stood absently caressing the branches of a young mimosa, hearing a motif of sap-rising, the rough and unresolved anticipatory theme of those fragile pink blossoms which, it is said, insure fertility.

The diplodocus should have very carefully lain Stan right down through a gap in the central hothouse.

That was something he had forgotten to tell Sergeant Forrest: that he was in the habit of passing a brush up the hothouse flue every now and then.

He had already made up his mind who had meddled with the flue of the hothouse.

Talu, Jeddak of Jeddaks of the North, whom I could have sworn was still in his ice-bound hothouse city beyond the northern barrier, and among them sat Tardos Mors and Mors Kajak, with enough lesser jeds and jeddaks to make up the thirty-one who must sit in judgment upon their fellow-man.

The hothouse of forced brilliance the Septagon system produced also generated a lot of smart misfits, and even if none of them fit in individually, together they made an interesting mosaic.

Servants now came from the carriages, their arms laden, and the king himself presented every female artiste with a huge bouquet of hothouse carnations and a fine, fringed silk shawl embroidered with a crown.

I would have you know that Tina Blau is no wilting hothouse damsel who occupies empty hours doing dainty watercolors.

In this current hothouse atmosphere of numerous males after a bitch in heat, his feelings had altered to moody outrage as he contemplated the only possible assessment of this miscellanea, consisting of one woman, many men, an absent or complaisant husband, and flirtation.

And at sight of that beautiful creature, sleeping and smiling in her sleep, the earthy, hothouse fumes steeping the mind of one perpetually serving in an atmosphere unsuited to her natural growth, dispersed.

A plant therefore was left undisturbed in the hothouse, and three leaves had their angles measured at noon and at 10 P.

But enough to sense the shape of Zoe Fisher, a clonal baby raised in the hothouse politics of twenty-second-century Earth, young, fragile, terribly naive.

The air was warm as in a hothouse, but light and faintly impregnated with perfume shed surely by the mystical garments of night as she glided on with Domini towards the desert.

His scent reached her, muskier, more intoxicating than the hothouse that surrounded them.