Huge dunes, called “whaleheads” by locals, developed on Hatteras during this time and swept across the island.

You had a bad fall last winter because you did not notice that the doorstep was icey.

Yesterday I dined at the Percivals, and tweedled away upon a lovely harpsichord, and I was not bid to “mind my time.”

Everything is changing so fast.... I just don't know what's what anymore!