Bobby returned to the table and sat staring at the dog.

Bobby sat two steps down, leaning his rake against the side of the stairs.

Henry sits down at the kitchen table, and Bobby sits across from him.

Bobby sat next to me, with the monkey on his lap.

Bobby got one of the older scrapbooks from the shelves and sat on the bed, reading picture poems.

Bobby pushed aside some of the money and sat on the edge of her desk.

Sometimes he was alone and sometimes Bobby was sitting with him, talking about books.

Bobby sat beside her, looking at nothing in particular.

Bobby and his mother were sitting together at the red-painted table.

When Gentry was done, Bobby sat there for a long time without saying anything.