what disorder," she cried out on entering, for the whole place was covered with dust and spider-webs.

Soon after, she was making war on the fine spider-webs in the kitchen, and in a couple of hours it already looked livable and cosy there.

The wooden benches were clean scrubbed, and he didn't object to absence of the annoying spider-webs, which had always tickled his nose.

The spider-webs had not changed, they were plainly used to a chill and made to endure changes of temperature; but C.'s hair, which had never felt a cold greater than that of the nursery, nor a change more decided than from his mother's arms to his father's, had knotted up into a decided curl!N.B.

The drying stalks were woven with endless spider-webs, all white with frost.

Presently the watcher perceived that a myriad spider-webs filled the sunshine with a delicate dancing glister.

The room had not been cleaned; there were spider-webs on the beams, and the dust stood so thick on the window-panes as to shut out half the light.

With his ugly face and his old stained cassock, he reminded me of those dirty bottles, coated with spider-webs and dust, which we place daintily on the table on days of rejoicing, and which lord it majestically among the glittering decanters, soon to be despised, when their dusty sides appear.

So he passed forward like one in a fabric of spider-webs almost fearing to breathe lest the whole house should puff away to shreds before him.

THE OLD CARRYALL It's alone in the dark of the old wagon-shed, Where the spider-webs swing from the beams overhead, And the sun, siftin' in through the dirt and the mold Of the winder's dim pane, specks it over with gold.

The steel piano wires by which the keel and apparatus are hung to the balloon skin are like spider-webs in lightness and delicacy, and the motor that has the strength of eighteen horses is hardly bigger than a barrel.

He was on his feet in a moment, breathlessly scanning the on-rushing spider-webs.

I do not play a very dignified rôle in the tale; in fact, I came within a hair's breadth of sitting, not here at this bountiful table, but hungry and alone in the most remote dungeon of the palace, watching the spider-webs on the wall.

A twig of pine-wood and a few spider-webs are enough to make countries, epochs, and nations live again before her.