The same little maid opened the door to us.

The maid preceded her upstairs and opened a door on the next floor.

A fresh-faced maid opened the door and stuck her head inside.

A maid in a black uniform opened the door and stepped back to admit me.

His maid, a short black girl in a crisp white apron, opened the door.

A short rap sounded on the door, and a maid opened it without waiting for an answer.

When we reached the hall, the maid had just opened the door, and Arthur was stepping quickly in.

I rang again and a maid with a sullen face opened the door.

A maid opened a carved oak door worth more than my car.

An elderly maid, with a frightened expression on her face, opened the door.