Gernshon and the boy rose in the street on the other side.
But the boy had risen, carrying with him the strange light.
So when the moon slipped behind the dark clouds the boys rose silently to their feet.
A uniformed boy rose from a long bench in the rear.
The tall boy rose awkwardly, stretched and put his best foot forward.
They drifted up above the path, and the boys rose to parallel them.
As the boy rose she smacked him on the buttocks with an open hand.
A boy must always rise early and say his prayers.
Following dinner, all the boys rose, formed lines, and cleared the tables.
A young boy rose to collect his gold pin for a 54-pound salmon.
