For Edna had swished across the room, and was making for the hall.
The swing-door had swished open, and Wild Bill stood before her.
And she swished her tail over her back as she nipped the daisies from their stems.
It swished down and landed at night in the bank of the local mud wallow.
Once, twice it swished; the third time it alighted like thistledown on the surface.