One day they were sitting at the table working on coloring books when Alex came home early.
For the most part, the facial expressions of those sitting around the table were sympathetic, but Dulce looked as if she was ready to break into tears.
Jonathan knocked a lamp off the table and it shattered.
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
She was stacking bowls on the table for ice cream and cake when lights turned into the drive.
He closed his book and placed it on the end table and rose lithely from the chair.
He was sitting at a table across and down from them.
She dressed and arrived in the kitchen to find everyone already at the table eating.
Chris and Donna eased away from the table, glancing apprehensively at Adrienne.
The lint he tucked back into his pocket, and the ring he tossed on the table in front of Adrienne.
Brandon retired to a table nearby and it was all Adrienne could do to keep her mind on the interview.
She rested her chin on her palm, elbow on the table, and stared at him.
He led her to the restaurant and they took a table, ordering supper and exchanging stories.
Cynthia Turley was in the middle of cleaning his favorite table when he walked through the diner door.
Whatever the case, she always made sure his table was ready when he arrived.
She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands, staring out into the night.
A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
On the table were plates, knives and forks, and dishes of bread, meat and fruits.
One of the chairs pushed back from the table, and this was so astonishing and mysterious that Dorothy was almost tempted to run away in fright.
Just then Eureka came in, for she had been until now wandering outside with Jim; and when the kitten saw the table set with food she cried out:
Then, as the others had by this time moved away from the table, the kitten sprang upon the chair and put her paws upon the cloth to see what there was to eat.
The table was decorated with rare and beautiful plants and flowers.
And in the middle was a rough table with benches around it instead of chairs.
They were just rising from the table when they heard a great noise in the street.
Then he slipped quickly under the table and hid himself.
It will build a table of all the words used by people like you who have reviewed those restaurants and will look for San Francisco restaurants described with the same words.
Innovating will become table stakes just to stay in business, and innovation will be used to lower prices, not to increase them.
At this writing, the most recent U.S. Department of Agriculture statistics counted 14.5 percent of U.S. households struggling to put food on the table at some point in the year.
Helen's table manners are appalling.
I read the letter at the supper-table, and Mrs. Keller exclaimed: "My, Miss Annie, Helen writes almost as well as that now!"
I put one of the writing boards used by the blind between the folds of the paper on the table, and allowed her to examine an alphabet of the square letters, such as she was to make.
For a whole evening she will sit at the table writing whatever comes into her busy brain; and I seldom find any difficulty in reading what she has written.
One man, perhaps, if he has got enough, will be satisfied to sit all day with his back to the fire and his belly to the table, by George!
My neighbors tell me of their adventures with famous gentlemen and ladies, what notabilities they met at the dinner-table; but I am no more interested in such things than in the contents of the Daily Times.
I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
Every one has heard the story which has gone the rounds of New England, of a strong and beautiful bug which came out of the dry leaf of an old table of apple-tree wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years, first in Connecticut, and afterward in Massachusetts--from an egg deposited in the living tree many years earlier still, as appeared by counting the annual layers beyond it; which was heard gnawing out for several weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn.
"Won't you come over to the other table?" suggested Anna Pavlovna.
But won't you come to this other table? repeated Anna Pavlovna.
Everything from the table napkins to the silver, china, and glass bore that imprint of newness found in the households of the newly married.
Halfway through supper Prince Andrew leaned his elbows on the table and, with a look of nervous agitation such as Pierre had never before seen on his face, began to talk--as one who has long had something on his mind and suddenly determines to speak out.