It was this sketch-book
, which was as dilapidated then as you see it now.
The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen.
Brooke, taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion.
Leaving my sketch-book and pencil on the table of the summer-house, I proposed to my mother to cross a little wooden bridge which spanned the stream, below the fall, and to see how the landscape looked from a new point of view.
I was absorbed, body and soul, in the one desire to look at the sketch-book.
She had shut up her sketch-book
, and been, probably, for some minutes impatiently waiting his return.