15/22 "Look at the powder of coal-dust already dirtying the decent snow, even though it's Sunday. That's from the little pigs; the big ones aren't so bad, on Sunday! There's a fleck of soot on your cheek. Some pig sent it out into the air; he might as well have thrown it on you. It would have been braver, for then he'd have taken his chance of my whipping him for it if I could." "IS there soot on my cheek, Bibbs, or were you only saying so rhetorically? One landed since I mentioned the first." She halted immediately, giving him her handkerchief, and he succeeded in transferring most of the black from her face to the cambric. |