"Chipper" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... speedy little left fielder, led off at bat. He was full of ginger, chipper as a squirrel, sarcastic as only a tried ball ...
— The Redheaded Outfield and Other Baseball Stories • Zane Grey
... help, thank you, Nora," I said, chipper as a sparrow, and remembering the name the Dowager had called her by. "Aunt Henrietta is too fussy, don't you think? Oh, of course, you won't say a word against her. She told me the other day that she'd never had a maid so sensible and quick-witted, too, as her Nora. Do you ...
— In the Bishop's Carriage • Miriam Michelson
... all was he, Chipper an' han'som' an' trim, But I tossed up my head an' made fun o' the crowds ...
— Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two • Various
... was a noble man. When the first battle of Bull Run occurred the earlier reports announced a great Union victory. I remember of going to Dan Rice's circus that night and felt as chipper as a young kitten. After the circus was out I went back to the office to see if any late news had been received. I met Gov. Marshall at the door, and with tears rolling down his cheeks he informed me that the Union force had met with a great reverse and he was afraid the ...
— Reminiscences of Pioneer Days in St. Paul • Frank Moore
... and smiling, and chipper as you please. If anything, I think Miss Renwick was cold and distant to her. I couldn't make ...
— From the Ranks • Charles King
... "ye seem tu have th' makin's anyway." He expectorated musingly. "Wan time—down at Coutts 'twas—a young feller was sint tu me for tu dhrive. Mighty chipper gossoon, tu. 'Teamster?' sez I—'Some!' sez he, as if he was a reg'lar gun at th' business—'but I'm gen'rally reckoned handier wid a foursome 'n ...
— The Luck of the Mounted - A Tale of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police • Ralph S. Kendall
... returned from one of these lonely walks by the sea, and entered the kitchen. It was still in its calm and sober cleanness;—the tall clock ticked with a startling distinctness. From the half-closed door of her mother's bedroom, which stood ajar, she heard the chipper of Miss Prissy's voice. She stayed her light footsteps, and the words that fell on her ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. IV, No. 22, Aug., 1859 • Various |
