She nodded absently, preoccupied, and began scooping up parchments into neat stacks.

It was packed, wall to wall, with TV meals in neat stacks.

Next to the printer I found two neat stacks of photographs.

Small ingots of gold and silver lay in neat stacks on a shelf.

The dishes stood in neat stacks, perfectly fitted to their storage in the cupboard.

They were folding Peppi's shirts and trousers, placing them in neat stacks on the bed.

It was a large space; wooden chests were piled in severely neat stacks on each side.

He settled her at the clerk's smaller desk, now covered by neat stacks of tally sheets.

Packed in heavy-gauge plastic and wrapped with the same tape were neat stacks of banded hundred-dollar bills.

When they were all in neat stacks, I stood up and moved to sit on my bed.

His father's secretary, Mr. Ackroyd, was in the office sitting behind a mahogany desk piled with neat stacks of paper.

The front room was empty, save for the same blond woman, who counted oppas in neat stacks on the counter.

His tightly made bed, a mattress with hospital corners, lay on the floor next to obsessively neat stacks of books and comics.

With a calm smile she surveyed it, heaped in neat stacks of bills in the small safe in the wall behind her bed.

The clips showed neat stacks of ballots filled in for Putin's party inside boxes and election commission officials filling in the ballots themselves.

Counting money into neat stacks at a carved mahogany desk placed between two upright stones, Lincoln Chancel glanced up and glared at her.