Here was her shopping list, a little wet and crumpled because she had put her glove on the snowy handle of the motor-car door.
Mrs. Douglas was looking over her shopping list, and Lily Douglas was looking over her mother's shoulder.
Whether you have reached the end of that Anthony Adverse of a shopping list or not, we're going home!
"I think you will have to drive, dear," said her grandmother, looking up from the shopping list she was making.
Then Mistress Caird disappeared for half an hour, and when she returned to the parlor Marion had completed her shopping list.
And there had been that shopping list, with the lipstick on it—the same type he now remembered her using.