She turned round, looking once more about the ground; and only observing the little tub, she seized hold of it by the legs, and flung the whole of the bluing at Virginie's face.
"The beast! She's spoilt my dress!" cried the latter, whose shoulder was sopping wet and whose left hand was dripping blue.

"Just wait, you wretch!" In her turn she seized a bucket, and emptied it over Gervaise.

Then a formidable battle began.

They both ran along the rows of tubs, seized hold of the pails that were full, and returned to dash the contents at each other's heads.

And each deluge was accompanied by a volley of words.