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	My Digital Vocabulary Glossary
Source	Word	How it was used in the book.	What the dictionary says.
book Loser	Trudging	Or it's winter and you sled to the bottom of Halftank Hill, and you're trudging back up and there he goes zipping down, his arms out like a swan diver, screaming his head off.
book Loser	Tintinnabulation	"And even how to spell the word," she pauses dramatically, she opens her eyes wide as if seeing the wonderful future... "tintinnabulation."
book Loser	Audible	Audible gasps come from the sea of wide-eyed, oh-mouthed faces.
book Loser	Precision	shooting a basketball demands precision.
book Loser	Vigorous	A few shake their heads in vigorous denial.
book Loser	Merely	Mrs. Biswell smiles perhaps five or six times a year, but her face is stone chiseled into a permanent scowl that her smile appears to be merely a tilting of the scowl.
book Loser	Tilting	Mrs. Biswell smiles perhaps five or six times a year, but her face is stone-chiseled into a permanent scowl that her smile appears to be merely a tilting of the scowl.
book Loser	Sifting	Although they race side by side, they are actually racing away from each other, sifting themselves apart.
book Loser	Ploy	It is unthinkable to Mr. Biswell that such a mediocre-to-poor student could actually like school, so she concludes that his antics and reckless enthusiasms are merely ploys to her.
book Loser	Antics	It is unthinkable to Mrs. Biswell that such a mediocre-to-poor student could actually like school, so she concludes that his antics and reckless enthusiasms are merely ploys to her.
book Loser	Typically	Typically, she throws up her hands and gives him a D.
book Loser	Wrings	For the rest of the school year Mrs. Biswell wrings her hands and combs the stores and catalogs for another Rolls Royce eraser.
book Loser	Pesters	Every day he pesters his father
book Loser	Staggers	He adjusts the helmet as best he can and staggers off to the dentist's door, the mailbag thumping against his heels.
book Samuel's Choice	Overlooked	At the end of Long Island, the Heights of Brooklyn overlooked the East river and Manhattan Island.
book Samuel's Choice	Narrows	The long South road ran across Long Island's hills, through fields of wheat and rye, connecting Brooklyn town with the Narrows at the entrance to New York Harbor.
book Sarah Bishop	Overhead	You would hear a whanging sound, then the bullets going overhead close.
book Sarah Bishop	Pelting	Rain came pelting down for two whole days on a wild west wind, but early the third morning the sky began to clear.
book Sarah Bishop	Dispossessed	Then we fell behind in our rent and got dispossessed, and had to move off the farm and into Midhurst village.
book Sarah Bishop	Pendulum	Father ate his food and went back to work on Mrs. Ryder's grandfather clock, which had something wrong with it's pendulum.
book Sarah Bishop	Rant	Caleb Cleghorn didn't rant.
book Sarah Bishop	Upturned	His torch began to smoke and he held out at arm's length, but its light still glinted on his upturned nose.
book Sarah Bishop	Daubed	Birdsall's mob had stripped down his body, even daubed tar between his toes.
book Sarah Bishop	Bustled	She bustled off and came back with three sacks.
book Sarah Bishop	Profits	Since most of the officers wore wigs, Mr. Pennywell, hoping to increase his profits, turned one of his closets into a powder room, like one he'd seen in New York.
book Sarah Bishop	Traipsing	Mrs. Pennywell said, "This is no time for a young girl to be traipsing around."
book Sarah Bishop	Scaled	The place had a name, but the letters were mostly scaled off and all I could read was "Tal," then a gap, and the letter "o."
book Sarah Bishop	Slash	"I didn't slash the buckets, sir."
book Sarah Bishop	Custody	"But you are now in my custody."
book Sarah Bishop	Furlong	A farmer was milking a cow in a field less than a furlong from where I sat, so close I could her the milk splashing from the pail.
book Sarah Bishop	Taproom	The ship's clock in the taproom struck the hour of nine.
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