Both men ate with their gloves on.

We stopped and ate lunch at Sestri.

We ate a lunch at Jimmey Handley’s place.

So he ate an orange, slowly spitting out the seeds.

They ate steadily, making a dropping in the leaves.

They ate the strudel and drank the rest of the wine.

He ate the whole plateful before he remembered the bread.

The two health-farm patients ate at the same table with us.

They ate without talking and the man held her hand under the table.

Nick ate a big flapjack and a smaller one, covered with apple butter.

They ate without talking, and watched the two rods and the firelight in the water.

After we ate we went upstairs and Jack played cribbage with John again and won two dollars and a half off him.

After a little while Jack gets up and says, “You buy the meal, John,” and we went downstairs and ate in the big dining-room.

He folded the Star open and propped it against the water pitcher with his cereal dish to steady it, so he could read while he ate.

He ate the sandwiches and dipped his hat full of water to drink, the water running out through his hat just ahead of his drinking.

We were lying on blankets spread over straw and when he moved the straw was noisy, but the silkworms were not frightened by any noise we made and ate on steadily.

I would stop fishing at noon to eat my lunch; sometimes on a log over the stream; sometimes on a high bank under a tree, and I always ate my lunch very slowly and watched the stream below me while I ate.