rocking chair

When I woke up, it was 11:30 at night, and I saw an old lady in a rocking chair.

The last two presidential elections were gather-your-grandchildren-around-the-rocking-chair material.

There was a very audible titter in the corner where three thoughtless young girls had squeezed themselves into one rocking-chair.

By this time the bent figure sitting in the rocking-chair, near the coffin began to show signs of life and whimper a little.

Finally, her labors over, she dusted an aged rocking-chair and sat down, fanning herself with her hat.

Presently she sat down on a Bentwood rocking-chair and swayed to and fro, aware of an ebbing of confidence.

The next moment her astonishment changed to anger, for there, in her best rocking-chair, sat a Green Monkey.