A private box for delivery of mail

Usage examples of mailbox.

I entered the hotel, I checked my mailbox and found the invitation Angers had referred toa handsomely printed gilt-edged card which I was asked to display to the person appointed when presenting myself at a garden party at Presidential House, et cetera et cetera.

I own his mailbox, the lookup table to the one spot where he can be reached.

Someone had made a fortune selling rich midwesterners on the idea of oversized mailboxes painted with New England themes: lighthouses, lobster boats, saltbox houses, beach dunes.

You may have to move your messages from the outbox to this folder or mailbox.

Eight Annalee Purves had mail-ordered some bed sheets from Spiegel in Chicago, and so every now and then she would go to a front window of the farmhouse and look down the long dusty slope of the narrow driveway and see the red flag still up on the mailbox and wonder how late this Wednesday delivery would be.

He turned at their mailbox and drove up past the newly scythed lawn toward the house.

Vincent retreated to the edge of the crowd and watched helplessly as Yanders took another step and splintered the wooden mailbox near the front curb.

I took out my keychain and cleaned my fingernails with the mailbox key.

I kept my eyes on the odometer as we passed a succession of plastic mailboxes on posts, all neatly aligned by the roadside, the only sign that, somewhere deep in these forests, lay habitation.

I drove on, counting off the miles, crossing two more bridges and only a handful of mailboxes until I found the intersection I was looking for.

The mailboxes were on the right, three of them, and all were labeled: Apt.

He reached his ground-floor apartment, checked the battered mailbox cluster, which always got wet when it rained--stupid, dumb damn place to put the damn mailboxes, anyway, mailmen getting lazier and lazier-and then went into the concrete hallway, which stank of fried foods, cat piss, and laundry soap in about equal proportions.

Down the drive and across the road stood the birdhouse mailbox on its metal stalk.

What my cane did not tell me onemorning was that a gardener had parked his truck within astone's throw of the mailboxes, and that the steelhandle of his Weed Eater was sticking out over thesidewalk.

A line of mailboxes came into view, and she saw her father's name on the last one in small, neat black lettering: Leo Gottbaum, private and unobtrusive, showing no awareness of style, no interest in presenting an image to the outside world.