I'm going to make myself a sandwich and get back to work.
For the most part, the work she did for the Giddon family was little more than she would have done at home - with the exception that at home she probably would have made a sandwich instead of a meal.
She took the sandwich he offered and grinned.
She finished her sandwich and drank some coffee, shoving the thought to the deepest recesses of her mind.
Unnoticed, Betsy stood in the kitchen doorway, a sandwich in her hand, munching away.
Betsy finished her sandwich and strolled toward the stairs.
He wolfed down the sandwich Bianca made him, unable to remember the last time he'd eaten breakfast.
He'd been too busy to eat again today since the sandwich she made him for breakfast.
Her stomach grumbled but the thought of a ham sandwich disgusted her.
Fred, who could find a mystery in a grilled cheese sandwich, hardly stirred.
The two fixed lunch—a tuna salad sandwich for Dean and a bowl of soup for Fred.
He was holding court with Fred O'Connor in the parlor, a plate of potato chips and a tuna salad sandwich on his ample lap.
There's some sandwich stuff in the refrigerator.
Alex built a sandwich without responding.
The two men celebrated with a deli pastrami sandwich pasted with horseradish that made your eyes burn.
While Dean stretched his muscles and alternated between bites of peanut butter sandwich and a banana, Fred perused the rest of the master lists.
He started to take a bite of his sandwich and then stopped.
She continued wolfing down her sandwich without comment.
Alex finished his sandwich and brushed the crumbs from his pants.
"We do – well, actually it's part of the land Alex had when we got married," Carmen answered, cutting a sandwich in fourths for the twins.
"You know," Carmen began as she handed a sandwich to Destiny.
Do you want sandwich bread?
She nearly choked on the sandwich, and washed it down with some coffee.
Of old the court sat sometimes at Sandwich, sometimes at other ports.
Next a small party consisting of two British subjects, two American citizens, and a Dane, sailed from the Sandwich Islands for Port Lloyd in 1830, taking with them some Hawaiian natives.
One can almost picture him, sandwich in hand, slack-jawed in surprise.
I would fain say something, not so much concerning the Chinese and Sandwich Islanders as you who read these pages, who are said to live in New England; something about your condition, especially your outward condition or circumstances in this world, in this town, what it is, whether it is necessary that it be as bad as it is, whether it cannot be improved as well as not.