1 Gray wool for uniforms was now almost literally more priceless than rubies, and Ashley was wearing the familiar homespun.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XV 2 But the only hats obtainable in Atlanta were crudely made wool hats, and they were tackier than the monkey-hat forage caps.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XV 3 Ladies now wore gaiters made of their old wool shawls and cut-up carpets.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XVI 4 He threw down the cigar violently and it smoked acridly on the carpet, the smell of scorching wool rising to their nostrils.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER LIV 5 Sickly yellow leaves in a windrow with dried wings of box-elder seeds and snags of wool from the cotton-woods.
Main Street By Sinclair LewisGet Context In CHAPTER III 6 Her white wool gloves lay in her lap.
7 Kennicott drew from the injured leg the thick red "German sock," the innumerous other socks of gray and white wool, then the spiral bandage.
8 They were as thick and curly as carded wool.
My Antonia By Willa CatherGet Context In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: V 9 We put sheets of cotton wool under it for a snow-field, and Jake's pocket-mirror for a frozen lake.
My Antonia By Willa CatherGet Context In BOOK 1. The Shimerdas: XI 10 He had the Negro head, too; almost no head at all; nothing behind the ears but folds of neck under close-clipped wool.
My Antonia By Willa CatherGet Context In BOOK 2. The Hired Girls: VII 11 At a word from Kirkpatrick, d'Arnault spread himself out over the piano, and began to draw the dance music out of it, while the perspiration shone on his short wool and on his uplifted face.
My Antonia By Willa CatherGet Context In BOOK 2. The Hired Girls: VII 12 He was a handsome one, this chap, fair-skinned and freckled, with red cheeks and a ruddy pelt as thick as a lamb's wool, growing down on his neck in little tufts.
My Antonia By Willa CatherGet Context In BOOK 5. Cuzak's Boys: I 13 "Aunt Dinah greases her wool stiff, every day, to make it lie straight," said Jane.
Uncle Tom's Cabin By Harriet Beecher StoweGet Context In CHAPTER XVIII 14 "And it will be wool, after all," said Rosa, maliciously shaking down her long, silky curls.
Uncle Tom's Cabin By Harriet Beecher StoweGet Context In CHAPTER XVIII 15 Phylo now placed this by her side, full of fine spun yarn, and a distaff charged with violet coloured wool was laid upon the top of it.