1 She poured out her tea, added a great deal of milk to it, helped herself largely to pie and pickles, and made the familiar gesture of adjusting her false teeth before she began to eat.
2 They went back to the kitchen, and he fetched the coal and kindlings and cleared out the stove for her, while she brought in the milk and the cold remains of the meat-pie.
3 She sat silent, intent on nothing, while the baby, already glutted with milk, whimpered because he had lost the friendly nipple.
4 There were apples, yams, peanuts and milk on the table at Tara but never enough of even this primitive fare.
5 Give my share of the milk to Dilcey.
6 On other days a small amount of milk, hickory nuts, roasted acorns and yams.
7 She ordered the calf killed, because he drank so much of the precious milk, and that night everyone ate so much fresh veal all of them were ill.
8 There had been nothing to eat except milk since breakfast, for the yams were exhausted and Pork's snares and fishlines had yielded nothing.
9 He had a torn jacket, muffler of a blue like skimmed milk.
10 The streets do not run with milk; nor in the spring-time do they pave them with fresh eggs.
11 When by chance these precious parts in a nursing whale are cut by the hunter's lance, the mother's pouring milk and blood rivallingly discolour the sea for rods.
12 The milk is very sweet and rich; it has been tasted by man; it might do well with strawberries.
13 In merchantmen, oil for the sailor is more scarce than the milk of queens.
14 I had heard our neighbours laughing when they told how Peter always had to go home at night to milk his cow.
15 Other bachelor homesteaders used canned milk, to save trouble.