Then she went quietly out into the street with the strips of carpet and banged them against the railings of the house; this time it was the street that was dustier than ever; and Pollyooly appeared to have come from the lower Congo.

For the next half-hour, had he not been absorbed in his work, Hilary Vance might have heard a steady and sustained rasp of a scrubbing-brush.
Pollyooly came to the laying of the lunch with her angel face deeply flushed; but she wore a very cheerful air.

Also she displayed an excellent appetite.

In the middle of lunch she said in dreamy reminiscence, apropos of nothing in particular: "I got this place clean once." "Isn't it clean now ?" said Hilary Vance in a tone of anxious surprise.
"It depends on what you call clean," said Pollyooly politely.
After lunch she brought the drawers from the chest of drawers in the bedroom into the kitchen and washed them and dried them in the sun.
Then, at last, she unpacked the brown tin box and put away their clothes.
After that she took the Lump for an hour's walk on the embankment.

She preferred it to the embankment below the Temple; it seemed to her airier.