You can dry your stockings better that way.

Off with 'em!" "Yes, sir," said the child, stooping to unbutton the shoes.

Her wet fingers were blue.

It can be cold in our village, even in early September, when there is an easterly storm.

Unbuttoning the shoes was slow work.
"Here, let me help you!" commanded the captain, getting down on one knee and taking a foot in his lap.