1 Zeena always went to bed as soon as she had had her supper, and the shutterless windows of the house were dark.
2 And he pictured what it would be like that evening, when he and Mattie were there after supper.
3 She set the lamp on the table, and he saw that it was carefully laid for supper, with fresh doughnuts, stewed blueberries and his favourite pickles in a dish of gay red glass.
4 Come back and finish supper, he commanded her.
5 They finished supper, and while Mattie cleared the table Ethan went to look at the cows and then took a last turn about the house.
6 He was not sorry to assure himself of Jotham's neutralising presence at the supper table, for Zeena was always "nervous" after a journey.
7 It was the consecrated formula, and he expected it to be followed, as usual, by her rising and going down to supper.
8 Ethan, supposing the discussion to be over, had turned to go down to supper.
9 "You're letting your supper get cold," she admonished him with a pale gleam of gaiety.
10 When supper was over she rose from her seat and pressed her hand to the flat surface over the region of her heart.
11 Suddenly he heard the old sorrel whinny across the road, and thought: "He's wondering why he doesn't get his supper."
12 All Starkfield was at supper, and not a figure crossed the open space before the church.
13 Old Mrs. Varnum, by this time, had gone up to bed, and her daughter and I were sitting alone, after supper, in the austere seclusion of the horse-hair parlour.
14 A little aloof, as became an aristocrat, lay a black-spotted carriage dog, muzzle on paws, patiently waiting for the boys to go home to supper.
15 There was the click of china and the rattle of silver as Pork, the valet-butler of Tara, laid the table for supper.