There at the bottom of the tray was my little friend.

She took one end of the tray and helped the girl deposit it on the table.

He closed the lid of the tray, and opened another one.

There were four and a half rows of white trays.

And he went off amiably to free his hands of the tray.

Each of these plates or trays is at a different temperature and pressure.

When they pulled at the ropes, the corners of the tray came up.

The sunlight slipped off the edge of the tray and Robert decided it was time to go.

The key that had already been tested glinted alone at one end of the tray.

A blackened thumb showed over one end of the tray.