As we wanted to have as big a wash as we could, we collected
everything we could muster,
From the dolls' bed dimity hangings to Victoria's dress, which I'd
used as a duster.
It was going to the wash, and Mary and I were house-maids--fancy
house-maids, I mean--
And I took it to dust the bookshelf, for I knew it would come back
clean.
Well, we washed in the wash-hand-basin, which holds a good deal, as
the things are small;
We made a glorious lather, and splashed half over the floor; but the
clothes weren't white after all.
However, we hung them out in our drying-ground in the garden, which
we made with dahlia-sticks and long strings,
And then Dash went and knocked over one of the posts, and down in the
dirt went our things!
So we washed them again and hung them on the towel-horse, and most of
them came all right,
But Victoria's muslin dress--though I rinsed it again and again--will
never dry white!
And the grease-spots on Mary's doll's dress don't seem to come out, and
we can't think how they got there;
Unless it was when we made that Macassar-oil, because she has
real hair.
I knew mine was going to the wash, but I'm sorry I used it as a duster
before it went;
We think dirty clothes perhaps shouldn't be _too_ dirty before they
are sent.
We had sad work in trying to make the starch--I wonder what the Queen
does with hers?