He handed down a tin plate with two cold sausages.
He poured about half the contents out into the tin plate.
He stood, tin plate in hand, and slung the bones out into the night.
Helen asked as they walked over to a far table, their tin plates piled high with food.
Abel did not even look up from his tin plate.
He slipped it off the spit and onto his tin plate.
Each tin plate was nailed down, only the coffee cups standing free.
Ma put a sheet of newspaper over the tin plate.
A small tin plate with a picture of an 1890s summer picnic on the back.
He was paid for each completed box of 112 tin plates.