dining table

There are far too many people who are hunched over a laptop at their dining table.

Marvin and I leave the poolside and go into his dining room.

The resources were what you might expect: Dining room, a media center, a library, a TV room, a meeting room, a computer room.

He gets up and goes over to their table and introduces himself, and he says, ‘Hello, I’m Oliver Reed.

Joel Osteen wants to talk about muting your cell phone at the dinner table.

A sepia photo shows him as a young boy, head in his hands, with a large book open at a bar table.

Old Mrs. Wurzel and the buxom but not too well-favoured heiress of the house of Grains were at the head of the table.

A small book, bound in full purple calf, lay half hidden in a nest of fine tissue paper on the dressing-table.

There were at least a dozen ladies seated round the big table at the Parsonage.

Miss Smith immediately rises from the table, puts up her dear little mouth to her papa to be kissed.

He sighed as he laid the papers on the table; for he thought the task would be a harder one than even his own immolation.