Word Finder - parlor

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The living room of a house, or a room for entertaining guests; a room for talking; a sitting-room or drawing room

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The apartment in a monastery or nunnery where the residents are permitted to meet and converse with each other or with visitors from the outside.

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A comfortable room in a public house.

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A covered open-air patio.

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A shop or other business selling goods specified by context.

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A shed used for milking cattle.

Why not have some fun with parlor games.

It flew across the parlor, and the plate exploded.

After the chores were finished, the group emigrated to the parlor for a game of Scrabble.

Lydia left Cynthia standing by the sink and walked into the parlor with Dean.

It was on the parlor table last night.

He set down his glass, and taking Cynthia's hand, retreated from the parlor to the kitchen, without even bothering to make an excuse.

Hannah chuckled, soon distracted as her gaze took in the entertaining parlor Katie led her to.

Bird Song's parlor began filling with guests whose canceled activities put them in a what-do-you-do-next? mood of bewilderment.

He was holding court with Fred O'Connor in the parlor, a plate of potato chips and a tuna salad sandwich on his ample lap.

Donnie turned and ran up to her, gave her a hug and then scampered from the parlor as she entered.

He shall have all the rooms in the house, and the ladies' parlor, too, I'll go right round to the Planters' and fetch him back.

All the attractions of a house were concentrated in one room; it was kitchen, chamber, parlor, and keeping-room; and whatever satisfaction parent or child, master or servant, derive from living in a house, I enjoyed it all.

The two ladies had joined Fred in the parlor where he was showing them the letters they had purchased from him, sight unseen.

As Ryland closed his door, the Quincy sisters came out of the parlor and began climbing the stairs—Effie with a cheery 'good night Mr. and Mrs. Dean,' and Claire with tight-lipped silence.

It was very pleasant, when I stayed late in town, to launch myself into the night, especially if it was dark and tempestuous, and set sail from some bright village parlor or lecture room, with a bag of rye or Indian meal upon my shoulder, for my snug harbor in the woods, having made all tight without and withdrawn under hatches with a merry crew of thoughts, leaving only my outer man at the helm, or even tying up the helm when it was plain sailing.

She trailed him down the hallway towards the guest parlor.

She was surprised to see three people within, none of whom looked like they fit in the refined, elegant spaces of the parlor.

She concentrated hard, her eyes on the plate across the parlor.

A party of Bird Song's male residents plus the Dawkins gals had gathered in the parlor.

Cynthia sighed, lingering in the parlor.

Paul Dawkins was only a smidgen more pleasant than his elder brother as Dean, lugging the heavy monitor, passed him entering the parlor.

A number of Bird Song's more recent guests were bickering over differing rules to Mexican Train Dominoes in the dining room while others were trading Boardwalk and Park Place in the parlor.

Paul and Paulette were huddled in the parlor looking almost as happy as the front porch pair.

Everyone followed suit, as if welcoming royalty into the warm and ancient parlor.

Claire gave a hint of a nod, remaining under the archway to the parlor, as if entering might subject her to some vile disease from these common folk.

There was a hint of recognition on the man's face as he glanced over Dean's shoulder at Edith Shipton who had just emerged from the parlor.

Besides," he added, glancing at the parlor where the Quincy sisters were still gabbing, "I feel a need to get away from here a bit."

Dean introduced himself to the large gathering in the parlor, trying without success to remember names.

He tossed her an it's-all-right and, ignoring three more strangers in suits and the crowded parlor, went directly to the phone.

In New Hampshire, our sessions bordered on simple curiosity; we'd described it as a parlor game, but with each new revelation another level of gravity descended over us like a snow-melt fog.

After dinner, and obligatory rave reviews by the other two-thirds of Bird Song's management team, Dean joined Cynthia in the parlor.

I am going to have a Christmas tree in the parlor and teacher will hang all of my gifts upon it.

They are regarded generally as far more appropriate in books and in public discourses than in the parlor or at the table.

Dean was about to ask him if his nineteen-fifties sweater came from the same garage sale as the skis but he proceeded directly to the parlor.

The Quincys wandered into the crowded parlor.

The pair returned to the first floor where they located Janet O'Brien dusting the parlor.

He turned, and entered the parlor.

Fred suggested the pair speak with Edith, Ryland and the others, but Dean pointed out the difficulty in doing so while Corday continued his interviews in the parlor.

Dean wandered to the kitchen for pie and coffee for the guests while the others chattered in the parlor.

Later, after the visitors had left and Martha was in bed, Dean, Cynthia and Fred remained in the parlor.

Worthington's so they were alone in the parlor.

The first floor, bisected by a hall and stairs, contained a living room or parlor on the right, or southern, side, and across from it a dining room and adjacent kitchen.

When he returned to the parlor, Cynthia had emerged from her quarters in time to catch a mini-rerun of Brandon Westlake's slide show—enough to be enthralled.

He scraped the snow scene from the parlor window and changed the lock on the front door, an insurance company precaution mandated annually because so many keys were not returned.

Fred had returned and was seated in the parlor with the Quincy letters and the rest of his acquired paraphernalia spread out before him on the coffee table.

By the time Dean finished shoveling, Edith Shipton was seated alone in the dining room eating her breakfast while Donnie and Fred were poring over the Annie Quincy letters and notebook in the parlor.

The independent—if the term isn't redundant— feline trotted into the crowded parlor, a mouse in her mouth, expecting the awe and adulation of the assembled group.

As Ryland closed his door, the Quincy sisters came out of the parlor and began climbing the stairs—Effie with a cheery 'good night Mr. and Mrs. Dean,' and Claire with tight-lipped silence.

When he passed the parlor, he was surprised to find Donald Ryland seated in a darkened corner.

The two men were seated in the parlor as Dean finished reading the photocopied paper.