GMAT Vocabulary: Degree

The extra shade cloth made only a marginal drop in soil temperature, too small to change when the seeds sprouted.

The surveyor's mark on the corner stake was unequivocal, a single deep cut no one could misread.

The pantry was ample for the crew, with extra sacks of flour still left after a week of baking.

A paucity of volunteers left only two people to set up all twenty tables.

The field notes were copious, filling three notebooks on the same meadow.

A dearth of oak seedlings followed the dry year, and the nursery beds stayed mostly empty.

The grant offered only an exiguous sum for supplies, enough for one box of sample jars and nothing more.

Wild mint grew profuse along the ditch, thick enough to hide the waterline.

The stew was meager, more broth than beans, and the pot was still half empty after one serving.

The archive held a plethora of ferry schedules, far more copies than the clerks could file.

A modicum of salt, just a pinch, was enough to brighten the broth.

The plan did not change by one iota, and every step stayed exactly as written.

A surfeit of zucchini piled up on the porch, more squash than the street fair could give away.

A glut of peaches hit the market in August, and crates sold for less than the cost of picking.

Trees were sparse on the mesa, with wide gaps of bare rock between them.

The weight of the paper label was negligible, too slight to move the scale the clerk was reading.

A substantial share of the harvest, nearly half the crates, went to the school kitchen.

The prize was a paltry gift card, worth less than the bus fare to the hall.

The plenitude of blackberries along the fence kept every jar in the pantry full.

Myriad fireflies lit the meadow, so many separate lights that the grass seemed to flicker.

Innumerable grains of pollen coated the porch rail, a yellow dust no one tried to count.

The bountiful pear crop filled both sheds and still left fruit hanging on the trees.

A minuscule crack in the glaze, no wider than a hair, was the only flaw in the bowl.

The prodigious snowdrift buried the fence, leaving only the top wire above the snow.

The diminutive kiln held only one cup at a time, too small for a dinner plate.

A colossal dune blocked the old road, taller than the telegraph poles beside it.

The change on the scale was infinitesimal, smaller than the mark between one gram and the next.

The voluminous sail needed four people to fold, and it still spilled across the dock.

The trifling difference in length, less than a fingernail, did not affect how the shelf fit.

The clerk spent an inordinate amount of time on one label, far longer than the rest of the stack required.

The workshop charged a nominal fee of one dollar, just enough to cover the printed handout.

The library asked for a token payment of a few coins, only to show that the book was reserved.

Residual paint in the tray, a thin skin after the wall was finished, was all that remained.

The cumulative snowfall, each storm lying on top of the last, reached the porch rail by March.

The discount was fractional, a few cents off a twenty-dollar book, and the buyer barely noticed.

The stone wall went up piecemeal, a few courses each weekend rather than in a single day.

The printer raised the heat in incremental steps, a little warmer after each test page, until the ink set.

After the new vent, the drop in kitchen steam was appreciable, enough that the windows stayed clear.

The slope of the floor was imperceptible, and only a marble's slow roll showed that it tilted at all.

From the rim, the canyon looked immeasurable, deeper than any rope the hikers carried could reach.

The salt flat looked boundless, a white plain with no landmark in any direction.

The inventory was exhaustive, listing every wrench, bolt, and spare belt in the shed.

The skimpy layer of mulch was barely a dusting, and most of the soil stayed bare.

The baker used a lavish amount of butter in the crust, far more than the usual recipe.

The tide pool was teeming with hermit crabs, crowded shell to shell along the rock.

The night sky was devoid of clouds, clear from one horizon to the other.

The guidebook was replete with trail maps, one folded sheet for every path in the park.

Talk of the delayed ferry was rife along the dock, repeated on nearly every boat by evening.

Mint grew rampant in the herb bed, running past the bricks and into the lawn.

Bottle caps were ubiquitous along the beach walk, turning up in every tide line the crew checked.

The smell of cedar was pervasive, noticeable in the office, the loft, and the yard.

The brochure described the orchid as endemic to that fen, living in the wet meadow and nowhere else.

Intermittent rain wet the infield, stopped, and then returned, so the crew kept folding the tarp.

Orders were legion that morning, more slips on the spike than the clerk could count.

The repair bill was astronomical, many times the price of a new pump.

A minute crack in the lens was enough to blur the whole view.

Not a scintilla of doubt remained after the second count matched the first.

The tip jar held a pittance, a few coins after a long market day.

The apprentices had only a smattering of the trade, enough to sand a board and little else.

The raise was middling, more than a token and less than the workers had asked.

The mascot's outsized glove made a normal ball look like a marble.

The spark was instantaneous, flashing the moment the wire touched the terminal.

Work on the door moved at a glacial pace, with only one hinge replaced across an entire week.

The precipitous path dropped beside the cliff, so steep that each mule had to be led alone.

The river was sluggish in late summer, and a floating leaf took a long time to pass the dock.

Orders for the new cider rose at a meteoric rate, from one shop to dozens of shops within a month.

Torrential rain flooded the gravel footpath within an hour and turned it into a running stream.

The pond was stagnant, its surface unmoving, because the inlet remained blocked.

The clerk answered with celerity, returning the form on the same morning it arrived.

The time saved by the new route was slight, about two minutes on a one-hour trip.

The parade hat was disproportionate to the child, the brim sliding down to the shoulders.

The recurrent leak came back with every heavy rain, spreading the same stain under the window.

The shop bought flour wholesale, by the sack rather than by the cup.

Fitful wind shook the awning, gusting and then dying, with no steady blow.

Unremitting heat lay on the valley all week, with no cool morning in between.

A cursory look at the checklist missed the cracked hose, since the inspector stopped after the first line.

The perfunctory wipe left crumbs in the corners, a pass too quick to clean the counter.

The discount was moderate, enough to notice and not enough to empty the shelf.

The lab posted a categorical ban on open flames, allowing no exception for small burners.

The schedule was tentative, written in pencil and open to change once the tide chart arrived.

Matching serial numbers were conclusive, showing that the oar belonged to that boat and no other.

The soil test was inconclusive, so the gardeners still did not know why the leaves had yellowed.

The time-stamped photo was incontrovertible evidence that the gate was shut at noon.

The sign was ambiguous, and a driver could read the arrow as pointing to the pier or to the lot.

The tenuous link between the maps was only a shared creek name, too slight to prove they showed one trail.

Once the levee overtopped, flooding of the lower field was inevitable.

Snow in August was improbable in that coastal valley, where the month's recorded lows stay above freezing.

The note about the old ford was speculative, a guess with a question mark instead of a measured depth.

The definitive harbor chart replaced every earlier sketch, and pilots were told to use that sheet alone.

The carpenter's approximate length, about six feet, was close enough to order the boards but not close enough for the final cut.

The precise weight printed on the label, 250 grams, matched the scale reading to the gram.

The budget was limited, and the committee could fund only three of the twelve requests.

The unmitigated darkness in the cellar was total once the hatch closed, with no lamp and no crack of light.

The crew carried a minimal kit, one rope and one lamp, and left every extra tool in the truck.

Water in the tank stood at the maximal mark, the highest line the gauge allowed.

The winning pumpkin was immense, so heavy that two people were needed to roll it onto the scale.

The harvest table was a cornucopia of squash, apples, and bread.

The apex of the roof was the highest board, where the two slopes met above the loft.

A gargantuan pumpkin filled the wagon bed, so large that the tailgate would not latch.

Microscopic cracks in the glaze appeared only under a lens and were invisible at the table.

The capacious bin held every coil of rope, with room left for the oars.

The pay was commensurate with the hours, rising when the shift grew longer.

The elongated shadow of the mast ran far down the dock, much longer than the mast was tall.

The finite stock of paper, four reams and no more, would not cover another full print run.

The island's manifold habitats, dunes beside marsh and pine woods, held very different plants.

Sampling was circumscribed to the east meadow, and the team took nothing from beyond the fence.

Acorns were superabundant that fall, carpeting the path so thickly that steps sank into them.