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Updated: July 27, 2025
His talk always reminded me of washday at the poorhouse, lots of soft soap with plenty of lye in it."
How the women must have laughed as they told about the first Monday morning at Cape Cod, when they all went ashore to wash their clothes! It must have been a big washing, for there had been no chance to do it at sea, so stormy had been the long voyage of sixty-three days. They little thought that Monday would afterward be kept as washday.
"How's that?" "I've only got two left the ace of spades and the seven of clubs." And That Settled It "If ye please, mum," said the ancient hero, in an appealing voice, as he stood at the back door of the cottage on washday, "I've lost my leg " "Well, I ain't got it," snapped the woman fiercely, And the door closed with a bang. What Do You Think the Porter Did?
Martha never forgot. All days were alike to Martha, only of course Monday was washday. The visit of the Master to Martha meant another place at the table, and another plate to be washed. Truly feminine was Martha, much commended in certain circles today. She looked well to the needs of her family, physical needs, that is, for she recognized no other.
In the mile-away village of Hampton, there had been a veritable epidemic of burglaries ranging from the theft of a brand-new ash-can from the steps of the Methodist chapel to the ravaging of Mrs. Blauvelt's whole lineful of clothes, on a washday dusk.
You might have thought that all the cakes in the world had suddenly burned in the ovens that every clothes line in America had broken on a muddy washday! "Never mind," said Mary. "We're nearly there. One more good try, and over the top we'll go...." One more good try, and they did go over the top.
This made it washday for Elizabeth and the tribe, and presently all the lines were full. It was a glorious storm, but that afternoon we moved our sleeping-arrangements to the house. The painters had finished up-stairs, and there was no purpose in exposing ourselves to storms which for all we knew, came straight from Jamaica, where they had a mania for hitting barns. At the threshold of the past
And on one side a clover patch, Where red-topped clovers grew, And 'tother side was lollypops Of red and white and blue. This is the song Mrs. Bunny sang one morning as she set to work to wash her little rabbit's white duck trousers, for it was Monday, and that is washday in Rabbitville, so they tell me.
The old routine was established, with a few exceptions. Elizabeth arose early and prepared breakfast before sunrise as before, the washing and ironing were as well done, but when she prepared to clean the kitchen floor the first washday after Aunt Susan's death, she took the mop down from its nail on the back porch and used it as she had done that first winter.
This Johnnie lowered on a washday to his own easy reach. At other times it was raised out of the way of Big Tom's head. He let the line down. Then pushing the kitchen chair to that end of the rope which was farthest from the stove and the sleeping old man, he stood upon it; and having considered a moment whether he would first call up Mr. Astor, or Mr. Vanderbilt, or Mr. Carnegie, or Mr.
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