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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Vous êtes bien aimable, Mademoiselle Jeanne," said Doggie, sitting down on a straight-backed chair by the oilcloth-covered kitchen table which was between them. "May I move the lamp slightly?" he asked, for it hid her from his view. He moved it somewhat to her left. It threw shadows over her features, accentuating their appealing sadness.
Jack threw dishes at the oilcloth-covered table in imitation of a game of quoits, and he rarely missed the mark. "That coffee will be cold," protested Dray, "and my doctor says cold coffee is slow poison. I prefer my poison quick." The joke about Dray's doctor was that Dray never knew a doctor other than the medical inspector at school.
I pressed the button and we pulled to the gravel walk. "Lunch!" I said, and opened the wire-netted door. Inside there were half a dozen oilcloth-covered tables and a red-cheeked young woman was sewing in a corner. "What have you got?" I asked, inspecting the layout. "Tea, coffee, milk eggs any style you want," she answered cheerily. Then she laughed in a good-natured way.
Rows of people, moreover, were waiting at each cantine, so that each time a party rose from table fresh customers took possession of the benches ranged beside the oilcloth-covered planks, which were so narrow that there was scarcely room for two bowls of soup to be placed side by side.
So Jack put on a sweater, trousers, socks, canvas shoes, and a blazer, and went immediately down the oilcloth-covered stairs. As he undid the door he noticed a white thing lying beneath it, and took it up. It was a note addressed to himself in Frank's handwriting; and there, standing on the steps, he read it through; and his heart turned suddenly sick.
See once, with your papa out to buy your little brother his birthday present, and your mother in a cake, if you can't make a sale for first price." Isadore Kantor, aged eleven and hunched with a younger Kantor over an oilcloth-covered table, hunched himself still deeper in a barter for a large crystal marble with a candy stripe down its center. "Izzie, did you hear me?" "Yes'm."
Rows of people, moreover, were waiting at each cantine, so that each time a party rose from table fresh customers took possession of the benches ranged beside the oilcloth-covered planks, which were so narrow that there was scarcely room for two bowls of soup to be placed side by side.
Lorraine sat down and folded her arms on the oilcloth-covered table. "Dad, what is Whisper?" "Whisper's a camp up against a cliff, over west of here. It belongs to the Sawtooth. Is that all he said? Just that he wanted to see me?" "He talked a little," Lorraine admitted, her eyebrows pulled down. "If he saw you leave, I shouldn't think he'd come here and ask for you."
Also, whenever he chopped a supply of kindling wood for his own use he chopped as much more and filled the oilcloth-covered box which stood by the stove in the Armstrong kitchen. He would not come in and sit down, however, in spite of Barbara's and her mother's urgent invitation; he was always too "busy" for that. But the time came when he did come in, actually come in and sit down to a meal.
Her eyes, which by every rule of the game should have been gazing into his, were fixed on the oilcloth-covered passage outside the door. "I think, after all, you are frightened!" "Terribly." "A little danger adds to the zest of things. You know what Nietzsche says about that." "I am not fond of Nietzsche." Then, with an effort: "What does he say?"
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