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 had absolutely no sense of fear or of animal proportions.
Mop died of old age and of a complication of diseases, in the spring of 1892.
But there he was, and the society which a good man founded saw not Mop ...