table napkin

A table creaking under the weight of a Christmas banquet, a classic celebration of binge eating and drinking.

Old Mrs. Wurzel and the buxom but not too well-favoured heiress of the house of Grains were at the head of the table.

A small book, bound in full purple calf, lay half hidden in a nest of fine tissue paper on the dressing-table.

There were at least a dozen ladies seated round the big table at the Parsonage.

Miss Smith immediately rises from the table, puts up her dear little mouth to her papa to be kissed.

He sighed as he laid the papers on the table; for he thought the task would be a harder one than even his own immolation.