Nick put the basin out in the kitchen.

That was when I was a kitchen Corporal.

The woman in the kitchen motioned to the doctor that the water was hot.

Liz took her coat off the peg on the kitchen wall and they went out the door.

We were fifty kilometers from the front, but the adjutant worried about the fire in my kitchen.

Liz was sitting in the kitchen next to the stove pretending to read a book and thinking about Jim.

Nick’s father went into the kitchen and poured about half of the water out of the big kettle into a basin.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”

Nick, standing in the door of the kitchen, had a good view of the upper bunk when his father, the lamp in one hand, tipped the Indian’s head back.