Then she began tearing up each of the few letters which remained on the long oak table, and threw the pieces, one by one, into the heart of the fire.
"Jane Oglander"
Marie Belloc Lowndes
In the evening I walked up the long path, and there under the oak trees at the top where we had been used to sit, I waited.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
He got up, alert, calm, quiet, and moved swiftly towards the cheap oak dresser.
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey