1 There was the click of china and the rattle of silver as Pork, the valet-butler of Tara, laid the table for supper.
2 Her hand dropped to a little table beside her, fingering a tiny china rose-bowl on which two china cherubs smirked.
3 She had knitted socks and baby caps and afghans and mufflers and tatted yards of lace and painted china hair receivers and mustache cups.
4 From the kitchen below, she heard the rattle of china as Prissy prepared breakfast, but no sound of Mrs. Meade's Betsy.
5 She ran down the stairs with some idea of packing up Miss Pittypat's china and the little silver she had left when she refugeed to Macon.
6 Upstairs she could hear heavy boots trampling, the protesting screech of furniture pulled across the floor, the crashing of china and mirrors, the curses when nothing of value appeared.
7 Well, Miss Scarlett, it wasn't long before the war was over and--well, there was a lot of china and cots and mattresses and blankets and nobody claiming them.
8 Everybody needed beds and china and mattresses and I sold them cheap, because I figured it was about as much other folks' stuff as it was mine.
9 There was a semblance of order in the front of the store, where tall shelves rose into the gloom stacked with bright bolts of cloth, china, cooking utensils and notions.
10 For a long time Mammy strained her sharp ears but she could distinguish nothing except the clatter of silver on china, and the muffled soft tones of Melanie's voice.
11 When the tea came he watched her in silent fascination while her hands flitted above the tray, looking miraculously fine and slender in contrast to the coarse china and lumpy bread.
12 The Black Hawk boys looked forward to marrying Black Hawk girls, and living in a brand-new little house with best chairs that must not be sat upon, and hand-painted china that must not be used.
13 Mrs. Cutter painted china so assiduously that even her wash-bowls and pitchers, and her husband's shaving-mug, were covered with violets and lilies.
14 Once, when Cutter was exhibiting some of his wife's china to a caller, he dropped a piece.
15 Smiling beatifically, and wearing both his decorations, Napoleon reposed on a bed of straw on the platform, with the money at his side, neatly piled on a china dish from the farmhouse kitchen.