My feet carried me across the room just the same, however, and I picked it up.

His feet and hands carried him up the cliff as if they were wings.

The feet carry it smoothly down the first three steps.

My feet wouldn't carry me and I had to be dragged.

His feet had carried him past the new store, and he had to go back.

I waited as tired feet carried their owner up to me.

Still my feet carried me on with the rest of them.

Since our feet carry us everywhere, it's especially important to care for them.

My feet carried me past the gate, and I looked back.

I was going as fast as my little feet would carry me.