And without another thought she ran off into the house,
leaving him to untackle the horse. And when he came into the
scullery, he found her there, with the little wringer fixed on
the dolly-tub, turning blissfully at the handle, and Tilly
beside her, exclaiming: "My word, that's a natty little thing! That'll save you
luggin' your inside out. That's the latest contraption, that
is."
And Anna turned away at the handle, with great gusto of
possession. Then she let Tilly have a turn.
"It fair runs by itself," said Tilly, turning on and on.
"Your clothes'll nip out on to th' line."