She then planted the comb in my mop of hair and tore out a handful of it.
You're in the middle of a puddle now, but when you get over dreaming I'd like to mop it up.
Mop died of old age and of a complication of diseases, in the spring of 1892.
Mop had absolutely no sense of fear or of animal proportions.
But there he was, and the society which a good man founded saw not Mop ...