Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

The Home Laundry
in
stepped out of it,
a sturdy little figure in a brief
white petticoat.
So Dot rubbed plenty of soap
on the blackberry
spots. It was harness soap, which Jud
had been using for the leather harness, but the
children thought it made a fine lather. Linda
would have scolded had she seen them, for soap
sets fruit juice stains so that it is almost impossible
ever to get them out.
"Let's put in our handkerchiefs, too," suggested
Bobby, pulling out a grimy square.
Twaddles had lost his,
and Dot's was in the
pocket of her dress and already wet, but Bobby
added his to the wash.
"We must let 'em soak," advised Dot, who had
been in the kitchen on wash days.
"Linda says
that gets the dirt out."
The three children balanced themselves on
the edge of the rain barrel while they waited
for their wash to soak.
"Well, for pity's sake, what are you up to
now?" It was Jud's voice, and Jud came out of
the barn so unexpectedly that he made them
jump.