Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown

Three on-the-record stories from a family: a mother and her daughters who came from Phoenix.

Madame Ratignolle, more careful of her complexion, had twined a gauze veil about her head.

Descending the Alps to the east or south into Piedmont, a new world lies around and before you.

Only in the carnage of the head, the tilt of the chin, was the insolence expressed that had made her many enemies.

Old Mrs. Wurzel and the buxom but not too well-favoured heiress of the house of Grains were at the head of the table.

She sat straight up in bed, and jerked her hands to her head, and screamed long and terribly.