When she had finished with it the counterpane was hardly white, but the room was dustier than ever.

She covered up the bed again, took down the pictures and again made the room dustier.

Then she swept the ceiling and the walls.
After doing so she shook the counterpane again.

And the room was still dusty; but the dust was nearly all on the floor, or on the black face of Pollyooly.

She swept it up.