Baker

The head of the college, Miss Baker, had a special place in the car park for her small car.

Mrs. Baker had her purse stolen.

Mr Baker is not so much a teacher as a scholar.

Miss Baker knew that the young man would have to leave very soon, so she decided to ask him to move his car a bit, so that she could park hers in the proper place for the night before going to bed.

Mr Baker is not so much a scholar as a writer.

The baker is a good man.

One evening, however, when Miss Baker got back to the college a few minutes before the time by which all students had to be in, she found another car in her parking space.

Such playfulness is characteristic of Mr Baker.

I'm a baker.

As the young man's car was close to the fence, Miss Baker had to drive up beside it on the other side, where the girl was sitting.

But through the oligopoly, charcoal fuel proliferated throughout London's trades and industries. By the 1200s, brewers and bakers, tilemakers, glassblowers, pottery producers, and a range of other craftsmen all became hour-to-hour consumers of charcoal.

Wealthys and McIntoshes are not good bakers.