After that, she covered her head up with her apron
again and had another laugh about Mr.
But he tied up all his gold in her apron, slung it like a bundle over his shoulder, put the tinder-box in his pocket, and set out towards the town.
Just below his window was a shoemaker's apprentice, with leather apron and shoes; he was skipping along so merrily that one of his shoes flew off and fell against the wall, just where the Soldier was sitting peeping through the iron grating.
I don't know where she was going, but we saw her run, such a little, little creature in her womanly bonnet and apron
, through a covered way at the bottom of the court and melt into the city's strife and sound like a dewdrop in an ocean.
I don't know about the white apron
, but I dare say she will make pies and puddings now and then; but that will be no great hardship, as she has done it before.
Fancy Charlie Sloane in a `caliker' apron
and a `sunbunnit,' " giggled Priscilla.
asked Phebe, looking up at her guest and wondering how life could be dull to a girl who wore a silk frock, a daintily frilled apron
, a pretty locket, and had her hair tied up with a velvet snood.
I've got my patchwork scissors in my apron
pocket fortunately," said Anne.
The last new maid, who has never seen the young gentleman Miss Rosa is engaged to, and who is making his acquaintance between the hinges of the open door, left open for the purpose, stumbles guiltily down the kitchen stairs, as a charming little apparition, with its face concealed by a little silk apron
thrown over its head, glides into the parlour.
There was an apron
hanging over the back of a chair.
More afraid of her husband at the moment than of the mysterious sound in the kitchen, Affery crept away as lightly and as quickly as she could, descended the kitchen stairs almost as rapidly as she had ascended them, resumed her seat before the fire, tucked up her skirt again, and finally threw her apron
over her head.
It was within a week of the close of the month of July, that a hackney cabriolet, number unrecorded, was seen to proceed at a rapid pace up Goswell Street; three people were squeezed into it besides the driver, who sat in his own particular little dickey at the side; over the apron
were hung two shawls, belonging to two small vixenish-looking ladies under the apron
; between whom, compressed into a very small compass, was stowed away, a gentleman of heavy and subdued demeanour, who, whenever he ventured to make an observation, was snapped up short by one of the vixenish ladies before-mentioned.