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The air blew her hair in small damp curls against her face, and little by little the tide retreated, leaving our boat an oasis in a waste of gray sand. "If seven maids with seven mops swept it for half a year Do you suppose, the walrus said, that they could get it clear?" she threw at me once when she must have known I was going to speak.
No, I never makes a superior officer jealous; an' wid that he takes out his rag an' mops th' dent in th' top av his head where there's no hair nor nothin' but grease, an' he draws out his little pestiverous vial av peppermint salts an' sniffs. "'Faith, an' ye'll need to clear yer old head, ye owld raskil, ye've been too gay fer onct, says O'Toole.
Hose, mops, and holystone, until the teak looked as if it had just left the Rangoon sawmills; then the brass, every knob and piping, every latch and hinge and port loop. The care given the yacht since leaving the Yang-tse might be well called ingratiating. Never was a crew more eager to enact each duty to the utmost with mighty good reason.
"Well, we're safe now, anyway," cried Marjorie, skipping along gaily by Pompton's side; "and here's our dear, blessed car! Oh, King, I'm so glad we're safe!" In a reaction of joy, Marjorie threw her arms around her brother's neck, and the tears came to her eyes. "There, there, Mops," and King patted her shoulders, while there was a suggestion of emotion in his own voice; "it's all right now!
Oh, Father, where are you going to put it on the side lawn? And will it have goldfish in it, and shiny stones, and green water plants growing in it?" "Wait a minute, Mops; don't go so fast! You see, it isn't a fountain, and if you should put water and goldfish in it, you'd spoil it entirely." "And any way, Father," said King, "you said it was a pet, didn't you?" "Yes, my boy, a sort of pet."
"See what you can do for our little girl," she said; "she is trying to bear her first real trouble, and I'm sure, after these first awful hours she's going to be brave about it." "What is it, Mops?" said her father, taking the seat Mrs. Maynard vacated. "Tell your old father-chum all about it. You know your troubles are mine, too."
"I'll hunt her up," repeated King, and he went into the house. "Marjorie Mops! I say! Come out of that!" he cried, banging at the closed door of her bedroom. Getting no reply, he opened the door and looked in, but she wasn't there. "You old scallywag Mops!" he cried, shaking his fist at her empty room, "I never knew you to go back on your word before!
"Hi, kids!" he yelled, "just keep that water off us, will you! Put down that hose, Mops!" Mops was a girl a little younger than Simon. She stood in the middle of the garden, a hose in her hands, and she was absorbed in drenching two half-naked small boys and five fox terriers, who circled around her like performers in a circus ring. The noise of yelling boys and barking dogs was terrific.
J.C. was exceedingly good-natured, and tossing his cigar into the grass he replied, "You don't mean me, of course; but tell us more of this Maude, who mops the floor and mends Nellie's dresses." "She don't mop the floor," muttered John. "This nigger wouldn't let her do that but she does mend Nellie's gownds, which I wouldn't do, if I's worth as much money as she is!"
He then ruffled up his hair, and brought as much of it as he was able down in the front for a fringe, surmounting it all with a handkerchief shaped to represent a cap. Finally, he smudged his face over with coal dust, and secured one of Mrs Hastings's mops and a pail from the cupboard at the end of the corridor, and pronounced himself ready for the fray.
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