And when the King had ridden off she took the little shirts and went into the wood, and the reel showed her the way.
You must not speak or laugh for six years, and must make in that time six shirts for us out of star-flowers.
But she sat quietly sewing at the shirts and troubling herself about nothing.
Dolokhov's back in his white
shirt, and his curly head, were lit up from both sides.
They stripped me of the shirt and cloak that I was wearing, and gave me instead the tattered old clouts in which you now see me; then, towards nightfall, they reached the tilled lands of Ithaca, and there they bound me with a strong rope fast in the ship, while they went on shore to get supper by the sea side.
If your master comes home, give me a cloak and shirt of good wear, and send me to Dulichium where I want to go; but if he does not come as I say he will, set your men on to me, and tell them to throw me from yonder precipice, as a warning to tramps not to go about the country telling lies."
The others had all got cloaks and shirts, and slept comfortably enough with their shields about their shoulders, but I had carelessly left my cloak behind me, not thinking that I should be too cold, and had gone off in nothing but my shirt and shield.
"No more grease and dirt, mind, and a clean
shirt occasionally, or you'll get a tow over the side.
'Petrushka, go and open the gate!' he added, turning to the lad in the red shirt.
And indeed, there on their left was that same barn with the snow flying from it, and farther on the same line with the frozen washing, shirts and trousers, which still fluttered desperately in the wind.
From all I had heard and read, I was satisfied my neighbor was a Yankee shirt, both from his curiosity and from his abrupt manner of asking questions; still I was at a loss to know the meaning of the word BOSS, my clairvoyance being totally at fault.
But all the judges are alike for that, keeping a poor shirt up sometimes until midnight, listening to cursed dull lawyers, and prosy, caviling witnesses."
Along during the morning I borrowed a sheet and a white
shirt off of the clothes-line; and I found an old sack and put them in it, and we went down and got the fox-fire, and put that in too.
The echoing chamber of his soul was a narrow room, a conning tower, whence were directed his arm and shoulder muscles, his ten nimble fingers, and the swift-moving iron along its steaming path in broad, sweeping strokes, just so many strokes and no more, just so far with each stroke and not a fraction of an inch farther, rushing along interminable sleeves, sides, backs, and tails, and tossing the finished
shirts, without rumpling, upon the receiving frame.
The laborers were obviously of the household: two were young men in cotton
shirts and caps, the two others were hired laborers in homespun
shirts, one an old man, the other a young fellow.
