Did he take his bottle well? Mrs. Flanders whispered, and Rebecca nodded and went to the cot and turned down the quilt, and Mrs. Flanders bent over and looked anxiously at the baby, asleep, but frowning. The window shook, and Rebecca stole like a cat and wedged it.
Stick a wedge under the door, will you, it keeps blowing shut.
Can you cut me a wedge of cheese?.
He had wedged the package between the wall and the back of the sofa.