He keeps his office neat and tidy.
The French drama was neat but empty.
For `neat' in line 3 read `nest'.
Changes may not happen in a neat, linear fashion.
Here's a neat little use of the system clipboard.
把第3行中的‘neat’改为‘nest’.
The girl had her long blonde hair tied back in a neat bun.
"By God! Never have I seen anything so neat," exclaimed Senator Lacouture.
This is unfortunately a much messier reality than the neat sequential compartmentalization of design and construction.
Here's a neat experiment: Find an open doorway and stand inside it, facing into the room.
Bow's room was as neat, on the other hand, as his comrade's was disorderly.
Think of it as a sophisticated T-shirt, which can be dressed up with neat trousers and smart shoes.
One donor is described by the clinic as' softly spoken, introspective, deep thinking 'and with a' neat, relaxed style '.
At the end of a day, she and Denis like to relax over a drink: hers is Scotch, neat and usually just one.
I have been accused of being obsessively neat, and sometimes I wonder if he mimics me or if he was born that way, too.
Have other not neat or askew phenomenon wants as early as possible go to a doctor, child correct ages a few days good, big bothered later.
Beneath the neat bangs on her forehead long eyebrows arched over large eyes set on either side of a well-formed nose.
Most of what constitutes a polished image is in the details: manicured nails, run-free hose, scuff-free shoes, neat hair.
Now living in a neat bungalow in the old mining town of Bishop Auckland, Mrs Beedle recalls: 'Everything about Aunt Lily had to match, from her gloves to her lipstick.
Shulman does a neat job of painting, in rapid brush strokes, a portrait of the thrilling era of innovation in which Bell lived and also of the interesting circumstances of his life.
As a garrison town, everything is very neat and prim. The grass is cut just so, the military regalia polished and signs dot the landscape proclaiming "Pakistan is beautiful".
He ushered me through the back door, past neat stacks of hand-split applewood, to a wooden tank, like a giant wine cask cut in half, covered in moss and dripping water through its swollen slats.
It is smaller than I'd imagined, a huddle of neat, white-walled buildings arranged around a tall prayer-hall, which an unsmiling young woman, with the obligatory red robe and crew cut, leads me to.
