The Rich Mrs Robinson.

Monday, washing day, was unfavourable also, with steam from the copper, draughts from the back garden where the clothes were hung, the smell of wet wool, and the all-prevading dampness. And our Mother, a little dishevelled for once, and red in the face, hurriedly serving boiled rice with pallid, crinkled, washerwoman`s hands.
Winifred Beechey.