tumble-rush-whirl

Updated: May 17, 2025

There were the rainbow sands, the tropic glories of leaf and flower, and there, of course, was the cook, crowned with white flowers, and with all the wrinkles of crossness and tiredness and hard work wiped out of her face. 'Why, cook, you're quite pretty! Anthea said, as soon as she had got her breath after the tumble-rush-whirl of the carpet.

E. (Edith) Nesbit - The Phoenix and the Carpet