Sad and silent our toast we Bespread, At the empty chair looked we and sighed; All insipid tea, butter, and bread, For the salt of his wit was denied.
"Lady-John-Russell"
MacCarthy, Desmond
A moment later the hot-water bag reached the floor in as noiseless a manner as that previously adopted by the remains of the little pill, and Penrod once more Bespread his soul with poppies.
"Penrod and Sam"
Booth Tarkington
They had first met at my own rich cake and jam-puff Bespread tea-table.
"The Red Planet"
William J. Locke