flour-board

Updated: May 4, 2025

Ruth stood by the flour-board kneading bread, and cutting it with a chopping-knife in a brisk, lively way. Polly sat by the stove sighing and rubbing silver. "Dear me, child, what are you doing with my starch?" said Ruth as she saw Dotty with the bowl at her lips, and a sticky stream tickling down her apron. "Starch?" cried Dotty, in disgust; "and you never told me, Ruthie!

Sophie May - Dotty Dimple at Her Grandmother's