Then he put his hand down to the table and came back with a small silver bell.

He noticed a beautiful silver bell sitting on an end table next to him.

And my best suit, the one with the silver bells.

Instead, he reached down and rang a small silver bell.

He bent down and picked up the silver bell from the table.

But each note was just a perfect little silver bell, floating off into the air.

She had a voice equal to her physical beauty; clear like a little silver bell.

We got this big silver bell at a boat shop and put it outside my door.

The speaker rang the silver bell on the table in front of him.

She picked up the silver bell and rang it, hard.