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Updated: June 17, 2025
Janice knew well enough that the reason the work piled up so upon the last day of the week was because it was allowed to accumulate through the other days. But the kitchen floor did have to be scrubbed. It was a sight! If the woman would only mop it every other day it would not be so bad; but it seemed to Janice that Mrs.
Essy was on her knees beside him, picking up the bits of glass and gathering them in her apron. She was murmuring, "I'll mop it oop. I'll mop it oop." "That'll do," he said roughly. "That'll do, I tell you. You can go." Essy tried to go. But it was as if her knees had weights on them that fixed her to the floor.
"I never saw three girls so different," thought Judith as she sat eating chocolates and listening to School gossip. "Nancy's much the prettiest I love gold hair, and she has such aristocratic hands and feet she's lovely I do hope we'll be friends. Josephine's almost rough and what an untidy mop of hair!
Lucy set the mop and pail out in the hall and began to clean the paint. "They've started to cover it up," chronicled Ellen, after a pause. "They're shovelin' in the dirt at least Mary and Jane are; Eliza's stopped helpin' 'em an' gone to see if anybody's comin'. There's somethin' dretful queer about it all. Don't you think so?" "I don't know," answered Lucy a trifle impatiently.
Irving, who accompanied the expedition. It consisted merely in fitting a tube to the ship's kettle, and applying a wet mop to the surface as the vapour was passing. By these means, from thirty-four to forty gallons were produced every day. They sailed from the Nore on the 4th of June.
Still he knows his own business best. There he is, sure enough, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket. Simon Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Do you know what I'm going to tell you? What's that, Mr O'Rourke? Do you know what?
My arguments carried the day, and the biped accompanied us as well as his four-footed companion. There was some little similarity between the two, for the man was a towsy-headed fellow with a great mop of yellow hair and a straggling beard, while the dog was of the long-haired, unkempt breed looking like an animated bundle of oakum.
"Madame, I shall!" replied the Frenchman, bowing low, and assuming the first position. So Monsieur Leclerc followed Miss Manners, and supplied himself with a mop that was hanging in the shed as his best weapon. Dire was the battle between the pig and the Frenchman. They skipped past each other and back again as if they were practising for a cotillon.
He said, 'How old you are looking! I said, 'What do you mean? I was very nicely made up too, and he said, 'Under the eyes. I said, 'What do you mean? and he said, 'You are all wrinkles. I said, 'What do you mean? and he went down-stairs.... Swine!" "He isn't good-looking," said Frank, reflectively, "a broken nose, a chin thrust forward, and a mop of brown curls twisted over his forehead.
"What's the idea?" inquired the newcomer, a tall but well-knit chap with a broad, sunburned face and a mop of black hair showing under the forward brim of his wide hat. "We caught them trying to sneak up on us, so we fooled them and jumped on them instead. It's part of that Lost Island gang," volunteered Dave's captor. "We're not either," exploded Dave.
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