Open the little door to the dumbwaiter in the pantry and find supplies.
"I told you we have taken nothing from the dumbwaiter," impatiently.
For it opened upon what seemed to be just a dumbwaiter shaft.
Out with the other refuse of the day, sir—on the dumbwaiter.
A dumbwaiter is like a little elevator, except that, as a rule, no one rides in it.
Margy had crawled from the chair in the kitchen into the box of the dumbwaiter.
Shirley obeyed,—at last she found the base of the dumbwaiter shaft.
From the dumbwaiter, where you placed them so very quietly, so very cautiously, so very early this morning!
"She must be stuck in the dumbwaiter—that we pull up and down between the kitchen and the laundry," she said.
Then the dumbwaiter, which was a sort of open box, slid down on the rope that ran over a pulley-wheel, and Margy was lifted out.