As dawn broke over the little camp, Rose sat nursing her patient.

Rose sat up slowly, trying to shake off the feeling of unreality.

She marched around to the head of the table where Rose was sitting.

Rose sat down beside him, and Brett had to fight the urge to edge away from her.

Rose and her daughter sat in their nightgowns over breakfast.

Rose of Sharon sat on the other side and watched her mother.

Rose of Sharon sat on a box beside the stove.

Rose sat in a wing chair and I settled on the couch.

Rose was sitting in a booth when Mohammed introduced himself.

Rose sat next to her, waiting for the tears.