More shuffling, another number was called and the cops began bundling the little man out.
Throughout 1948, that kind of confidence suffused the men around the little man on the wedding cake.
Hey, little man, get on in here before you freeze your itty bitty butt.
"Never even made a try, apparently," said the little man opposite.
The excitement of his triumph had evidently steadied the little man's nerves.
Buck was staring at the little man in town clothes, over by the window.
At last Jack caught sight of a little man, urging on his companions.
"Break him in like a frisky colt, little man bach," said Anna to the farmer.
“Do not disquiet yourself so much, my friend,” answered the little man.
"Now, my little man," she said, taking his fork and lifting a piece of the turkey to his mouth.