Menocal gazed at him owlishly for a time.
"The Iron Furrow" by George C. Shedd
She washed the baby in it, and he stared at her all the time, with big, owlish eyes.
"Fairies and Folk of Ireland" by William Henry Frost
Presently, however, I caught Tony's eyes, which fixed themselves on mine in an owlish stare.
"Secret History Revealed By Lady Peggy O'Malley" by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
If I were in Cariboo Meadows, now," he confided owlishly, "I'd have some fun with the natives.
"North of Fifty-Three" by Bertrand W. Sinclair
Sissy looked owlishly after her.
"The Madigans" by Miriam Michelson
Paresi, startled, turned and saw Hoskins peering owlishly at the Captain.
"Breaking Point" by James E. Gunn
But the Martian only grinned owlishly.
"Creatures of Vibration" by Harl Vincent
The red-faced one observed her with sudden owlish seriousness.
"Erik Dorn" by Ben Hecht
I reined in sharply, when I saw this person, and he looked at me like the evil-eye, through his great owlish orbs.
"Campaigns of a Non-Combatant," by George Alfred Townsend
Grand juries were sworn and listened with an equal mockery of owlish dignity.
"When 'Bear Cat' Went Dry" by Charles Neville Buck
He did not like wise owls, or rather the owlishness which the run of humans take for wisdom.
"London Days" by Arthur Warren
Blinking owlishly in the light which had been focused upon him, he was a deplorable sight.
"Signal in the Dark" by Mildred A. Wirt
The bewildered Ibrahim stared at him owlishly.
"The Pursuit" by Frank (Frank Mackenzie) Savile
Penny pushed it aside and blinking owlishly, climbed out into a bedroom.
"Whispering Walls" by Mildred A. Wirt
The Landgravine was led to the ballroom by her partner, an owlish colonel, and the other couples followed.
"The Road to Paris" by Robert Neilson Stephens
Whereat Sir John, now very tight and very drowsy, opened owlish eyes; and Hare took the Seneca by the arm.
"The Little Red Foot" by Robert W. Chambers
Lucca stood off at a little distance studying him owlishly for a minute or two as he was chatting to me in the wings.
"Memoirs of an American Prima Donna" by Clara Louise Kellogg
Then one by one, at first a little owlishly, the Great Public, at the charge of 6d.
"Memoirs of a Midget" by Walter de la Mare
I am incurably trivial and always feel myself an irresponsible youth, wondering and futile, among owlish grown-ups.
"The Journal of a Disappointed Man" by Wilhelm Nero Pilate Barbellion
He considered a patch once neatly covering the left knee with owlish deliberation.
"Mountain" by Clement Wood