Tommy and Joyce were both on deck: the former in his shirt-sleeves, swabbing down his new paint with a wet mop.

He would brush his curly mop of hair away from his forehead, lift his eyes, part his lips, showing a row of tiny white teeth; then a dimple would appear in each cheek and a seraphic expression (wholly at variance with the facts) would overspread the baby face, whereupon the beholderMother Carey, his sisters, the cook or the chambermaid, everybody indeed but Cousin Ann, who could never be wheedledwould cry "Angel boy!"

"There was his hair; a coarse, wiry mop of a queer grayish-brown.

While the dough is rising the oven must be emptied of the fire, the ashes swept from it, and then well wiped with a damp mop kept for the purpose.

No undertaker would live near him, Those grave practitioners did fear him; Mutes, at his merry mops, turned "vocal.

Professor Marshall, joking and laughing, donned a loose linen overall suit to protect his "University clothes," and cleaned the bare floor with a big oiled mop; Mrs. Marshall, silent and swift, looked after mirrors, windows, the tops of bookcases, things hard for children to reach; Sylvia flourished a duster; and Judith and Lawrence out on the porch, each armed with a whisk-broom, brushed and whacked at the chairs and sofas.

There was the queer mop of dark hair, the squinting light eyes, the contorted grin crooking the mouth, the odd sallow face, making her quite glad to get out of sight of the strange grimaces which grew every moment more hideous.

The poet saw that Waram had not changed so very mucha little gray hair in that thick, black mop, a few wrinkles, a rather stodgy look about the waist.

A gray matron, stout, and too tightly dressed for comfort, received him uneasily, a dark-eyed girl befriended him with a look and a quiet word, while a tall man, nodding a vigorous mop of silver hair, crushed his hand in a great bony fist.

In the days before local newspapers were invented every sort of servant, from a farm bailiff to a maid-of-all-work, was hired for the year at the annual mop.

"There was his hair; a coarse, wiry mop of a queer grayish-brown.

"Say, you don't want to let the fellows outside see you looking like that," he remarked, when Jack had yanked a horn comb through his red-brown mop of hair as if he were hoeing corn.