Pie table

(Memoirs 1980)
Now I'll go on about Frankie's house.  As you came over the porch, level with the street, you entered directly into the living room.  At your right was one of those small ornamental tables.  A Pie Table?  I forget.  But the whole top turned about, in the top of which was a triangular pie-shaped piece on small brass hinges that could open up.  A few inches, probably four, down, was a divided section, exactly the dimensions of the top revolving piece, so that you could open the aperature and spin the top around to the compartment you wished, to get out your cloves or whatever you had put in it.