Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth -- stepped back to note the effect -- added a touch here and there -- criticised the effect again -- Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed.
Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face, but alacrity in his heart.
One of these drawers lay on the small table attached to his chair; and near it were some tiny jeweller's brushes, a wash-leather "stump," and a little bottle of liquid, all waiting to be used in various ways for the removal of any accidental impurities which might be discovered on the coins.
He began trifling with the new set of coins and the little brushes immediately; languidly looking at them and admiring them all the time he was speaking to me.
To our surprise, we were ushered into a room where the first object that met the eye was a painter's easel, with a table beside it covered with rolls of canvas, bottles of oil and varnish, palette, brushes
, paints, &c.
More than once he could distinguish their footsteps, as they brushed
the sassafras, causing the faded leaves to rustle, and the branches to snap.
Why, any man, with nerve and savvee, can start them cottontails jumping for the brush
. I don't exactly hate them myself, but I haven't any regard for chicken-hearted four-flushers."
"If there is a reptile in the brush
, show me the creatur', and should it refuse to depart peaceably, why there must be a quarrel for the possession of the place."
'Now, child,' said he to his own daughter, 'what will you have?' 'The first twig, dear father, that brushes
against your hat when you turn your face to come homewards,' said she.
Always do I crash, shrieking, down through the brush
and fetch up with a bump on the ground.
The unbrushed tufts of hair sticking up behind and the hastily brushed
hair on his temples expressed this most eloquently.
She arranged the brushes
, but she did it all so that there was nothing shocking in it.
Three or four buxom girls speedily dispersed in search of the different articles in requisition, while a couple of large-headed, circular-visaged males rose from their seats in the chimney- corner (for although it was a May evening their attachment to the wood fire appeared as cordial as if it were Christmas), and dived into some obscure recesses, from which they speedily produced a bottle of blacking, and some half-dozen brushes
While a maid-fox dressed the little girl's hair--which was a bit tangled--and put some bright, fresh ribbons in it, another maid-fox combed the hair on poor Button-Bright's face and head and brushed
it carefully, tying a pink bow to each of his pointed ears.
Again, a young girl, more bold and saucy than was fitting, brushed
the priest's black robe, singing in his face the sardonic ditty, "niche, niche, the devil is caught." Sometimes a group of squalid old crones, squatting in a file under the shadow of the steps to a porch, scolded noisily as the archdeacon and the bellringer passed, and tossed them this encouraging welcome, with a curse: "Hum!