"Lucky I didn't empty my coffeepot," said the voice cheerfully.
The coffeepot on the tray was silver; the cups, fine china; the napkins, linen.
In his confusion he upset the coffeepot and spilled half its contents.
Scotty put down the coffeepot and mugs he was carrying and shook hands.
Then the woman came silently forward, a coffeepot in her hand.
There was a coffeepot ...