1 Uncle Henry went limping by, hatless in the rain, his head stuck through a hole in a piece of old oilcloth.
2 It was a roving shanty, the cabin of a land schooner, with black oilcloth seats along the side, and for desk, a pine board to be let down on hinges.
3 Two half-grown boys and a girl stood holding oilcloth bundles, and a little girl clung to her mother's skirts.
4 He would write for a while, then sit idle, his clenched fist lying on the table, his eyes following the pattern of the oilcloth.
5 This table had a cover made out of beautiful oilcloth, with a red and blue spread-eagle painted on it, and a painted border all around.
6 They sat down to a table covered with an oilcloth cut in slits by penknives.