I handed her the white bakery box I'd carried in with me.

My father stayed home and waited for the white bakery bag to arrive.

I looked down at the white bakery bag hanging from his chunky Polish hand.

Between his teeth was a white bakery bag.

I poured out a mug of coffee and looked at the white bakery bag on the table.

He was accompanied by a blast of cold air and a white bakery box, held aloft like a prize.

He handed her the morning paper and a big white bakery bag and eased past her into her apartment.

The head of the Maryland State Police special operations division unceremoniously tossed a white bakery bag into the center of the table.

There it was: her white bakery bag with the red plastic handles and "The Cookie Jar" printed on the side in gold letters.