sloppet

Updated: June 28, 2025

Whereupon little Sloppet, who was organ-blower and verger and beadle and sexton and bell-ringer on Sundays, besides being postman and chimney-sweep all the week, would go out very briskly and valiantly and send him mournfully away. Sloppet, I am glad to say, felt it in his more thoughtful moments at any rate. It was like sending a dog home when you start out for a walk, he told me.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth