My sister and I did not get out much at all.

My sister gets one day off, and she goes to a museum.

When her older sister got a job with the federal government, the family moved to Washington.

There is nothing pretty about the way the sisters get through a day.

It wasn't every day that your sister gets to be sixteen.

And I was pretty sure where my sister had gotten the picture.

His sister got up and patted him on the back.

It's quite big, so me and my two sisters have all got our own rooms.

I sat on the bank of that river for many days, wondering how my sister got across.

After all, the sister might have got herself involved somehow.