Nancy was getting a nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Oh, and, Nancy, get her some of that cocoa now.

Nancy got into her car and drove off with only a wave for an answer.

As Nancy got out of the car, she heard hammering.

Some instinct made him feel that Nancy had got out of the car and was in the house.

Or maybe he and Nancy just didn't get along very well.

"Nancy, I got a reaction call for you," she said, giving me a paper with a name and number on it.

He expected that Nancy would never get past fifteen.

If Nancy gets her father interested, he might dig up another will.

Nancy got a little touch of pink on her cheekbones.