In U.S. bakeries, a "baker's dozen" is 13, not 12.
I'm a baker.
Mrs. Baker had her purse stolen.
The baker's is next door to the butcher's.
Mr Baker is not so much a scholar as a writer.
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.
The Bakers have a farm up the river.
The students cheered in honor of Dr. Baker's birthday.
He set his son up as a baker.
I bought a loaf of bread at the baker's.
Will you go across to the baker's and buy some bread?
Such playfulness is characteristic of Mr Baker.
The head of the college, whose name was Miss Baker, therefore had a special place in the car park for her own small car.
She was even more surprised when she heard Miss Baker say, "Excuse me, but may I change places with you?"
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.
The house whose roof you can see is Mr Baker's.
Mr Baker is not so much a teacher as a scholar.
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.