the legs of a chair or table

She was writing code in quick little flurries of keytaps.

Me Pallas gave to lead the martial ſtorm, / And the fair ranks of battle to deform: / Me, Mars inſpir'd to turn the foe to flight, / And tempt the ſecret ambuſh of the night.

The poor woman, who was well aware with such incumbrances she could do nothing with visitors of their rank, eagerly presented a letter from the castle, which had been waiting almost a week, and their horses' heads were in a few minutes turned thitherward, a boy being dispatched from the farm by a near road, to announce their arrival.