trade-cotton

Updated: May 17, 2025

And there were girls, too, seven or eight of them, in bright trade-cotton Mother Hubbards a bevy of black-eyed little heathen savages, who bore a hand with the trays, and added their saucy laughter to the general gayety, helping out Larry the barkeep as he drew unending corks or stopped to wipe the sweat off his forehead, saying, "Genelmen, the drinks is on Billy," or Tommy, or Long Joe, or whoever it was that was treating.

Lloyd Osbourne - Wild Justice: Stories of the South Seas