Cyril's and Robert's handkerchiefs, indeed, rather undid the effects of the wash.

But in spite of this the party certainly looked cleaner than before.
The first house they came to was a little white house with green shutters and a slate roof.

It stood in a prim little garden, and down each side of the neat path were large stone vases for flowers to grow in; but all the flowers were dead now.
Along one side of the house was a sort of wide veranda, built of poles and trellis-work, and a vine crawled all over it.

It was wider than our English verandas, and Anthea thought it must look lovely when the green leaves and the grapes were there; but now there were only dry, reddish-brown stalks and stems, with a few withered leaves caught in them.
The children walked up to the front door.

It was green and narrow.