1 She sank down on one of the little stools behind the counter of the booth and looked up and down the long hall which, until this afternoon, had been a bare and ugly drill room.
2 Rebelliously she leaned her elbows on the counter and looked at the crowd, flouting Mammy's oft-repeated admonition against leaning on elbows and making them ugly and wrinkled.
3 Melanie was fussing about with the knitted things on the counter.
4 The old blades charged off toward the lemonade booth and others took their places at the counter.
5 There were crowds in front of every other counter but theirs, girls chattering, men buying.
6 He picked up her black fan from the counter and began fanning her solicitously, too solicitously, his face grave but his eyes still dancing.
7 She turned to three cavalrymen who appeared at her counter.
8 When he came to Scarlett and rested his basket upon the counter, she shook her head throwing wide her hands to show that she had nothing to give.
9 Scarlett leaned her elbows on the counter and almost glared at the excited laughing crowd surging about the platform, their hands full of Confederate paper money.
10 The place was in charge of the counter boy, who came to the house every night to report on the day's transactions, but Frank was not satisfied.
11 Willie, the counter boy, was reluctant to give her the large dirty-backed ledger.
12 The front door opened and the counter boy entered, picking his teeth with a quill.
13 He laughed so loudly the boy behind the counter started and looked at him curiously.
14 It embarrassed him to face his customers over the counter and hear them say: "I saw Mrs. Kennedy a few minutes ago over at."
15 If necessary, she would bully Frank into giving him a job in the store, make Frank turn off the boy he now had behind the counter.