Miss Simmons spoke out with a clarion voice of her own.

"Is Miss Simmons going to come back on teaching staff?"

Miss Simmons is doing the greatest job you ever heard of.

Miss Simmons has got all the refineries in the world shut down.

Miss Simmons, apparently having run out of breath, stopped screaming.

She was too far away for Miss Simmons' voice to reach her.

Miss Simmons was standing there, on the other side of the turnstile.

Miss Simmons got a third of the way up the far slope.

Miss Simmons' voice rose to the tops of the trees.

Miss Simmons, clothes torn, was lying there where they had left her at the first shot.