Gaily

Examples

• Oh, count on him, his wife assented gaily. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs Lammle, settling into her defiant manner, pushed her plate away, looked at her husband, and laughed; but by no means gaily. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Then, the old church bell rang as gaily as it could, and they all returned to breakfast. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• This odd little symbol spins gaily round the world; it seems incredible that men would have invented and made a pet of it twice over. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Not much boiling down to be done to-night, Memory, said Mr. Stryver, gaily, as he looked among his papers. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• Though he said this gaily, he said it with a perplexed and inquisitive face, as if he actually did not know what to make of himself. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• My time being so gaily taken up, I had to reproach myself with neglect towards my sister Fanny. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• The bride, who had just reached the top of the steps, turned round gaily to see what was the commotion. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Come, sister, come, said Richard a little more gaily, you will be fair with me at all events. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Gaily the grey horses curvetted to their destination at the church-gate, a laughter in the whole movement. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• You'll say it's childish, observed Mr. Skimpole, looking gaily at us. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• He honoured me with one of his magnificent bows, and then addressed himself gaily to the scowling master of the house. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• This is a day, said Mr. Skimpole, gaily taking a little claret in a tumbler, that will ever be remembered here. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• It kissed him gaily. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• So much, I said, gaily, for what brings me to Frizinghall! Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• She then ran gaily off, rejoicing as she rambled about, in the hope of being at home again in a day or two. Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
• You won't run so gaily to your old shabby home, my girl. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Not so gaily, however, but that tears filled her eyes as he went away down the dark street. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• I believe, John,' pursued Bella, 'that you believe that I believe--' 'My dear child,' cried her husband gaily, 'what a quantity of believing! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• See, he returned gaily, what a sympathy there must be between us! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• One edition of jelly was trickled from pot to pot, another lay upon the floor, and a third was burning gaily on the stove. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• He turned from this young lady, who was gaily, not to say gorgeously attired, in a red gown, green boots, and yellow curl-papers, to the other female. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• I should have roused up in a minute, says the trooper, making himself speak more gaily, but you're so quick, Mrs. Bagnet. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• I'm as old as the hills, of course, and it ought not to make any difference; but if I'M old enough, you're not, she objected gaily. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• As lazy, fair-weather sailors, careless of the coming hour, we talked gaily of our coasting voyage, of our arrival at Athens. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
• That officer, then, in his blue frock-coat and buckskin gloves, gave the young lady his arm, and they walked away very gaily. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• She went gaily over the white snow, with Gerald beside her, in white and grey, pulling the little toboggan. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• Her face looked vivid and happy, and she held out her hand gaily to Archer while she stooped to her grandmother's kiss. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• At this moment, Oliver looked gaily round, and nodded before he turned the corner. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
• Near the boat-house was a throng of gaily-dressed persons, small in the distance. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .

Typist: Vivienne