A small secluded room

Usage examples of cubbyhole.

It was just a cubbyhole in the metal of the sail, formed by lowering clamshell doors down to expose an unused volume at the top of the bridge trunk.

It was a tiny cubbyhole with nothing in it but a droplight and a phone.

Who has ready access to every corner and cubbyhole on Kline Station, who could pass in and out of a guarded transfer warehouse with no question asked?

The little storage space held the still and explosive heat which belongs only to attics and sheds and cubbyholes that have been closed up for a long time in hot weather.

He changed into these in a dark breadcrumby cubbyhole at the rear of the shop.

I could do no more for these men than their civilian doctors had done already, but I was so readily accessible, so much a companion in the mess, so much a part of what they deserved for their decision to serve their country, that they were sure I must succeed where others had failed, and they came to me whenever I was in the little cubbyhole that was allotted to me for consultations and keeping records.

There were about forty low paid secretaries and three dozen paralegals scattered through the maze of cubbyhole offices.

Culture evolves, and only anthropologists can present samples of societies that fit definite cubbyholes in a line of progress and perfectibility.

She was sitting at her desk in the cubbyhole that passed for an editor's office at Bunker Books, staring out the half window at the slowly disappearing view of the stately Chrysler Building.

An old wooden rowboat and crab pots were in a yard scattered with oyster shells, and brown hydrangea lined a fence where there was a curious row of white-painted cubbyholes facing the unpaved street.

I went down the steps, to the fence at the edge of the yard, around to the front of it and began shining the flashlight inside the cubbyholes where Pruitt had sold her recipes.

There were other slots left empty, book-size cubbyholes and a sliding glass panel suitable for a framed photograph.

Along the wall opposite stood an open cabinet divided into junk-filled cubbyholes, much of it reminiscent of the stuff in Pillbody's shop --bric-a-brac mostly, travel souvenirs and keepsakes.

He saw then that there were name placards on each of the cubbyholes, hung on cup hooks as if for easy removal.

Then he peeked inside one of the cubbyholes and retrieved a glass paperweight that appeared to Jimmerson to be packed with hundreds of tiny glass flowers.