She could even see her own window while ironing at the laundry by just tilting her head to the side.
Madame Putois, a thin little woman of forty-five, was ironing.
She was working on it silently and conscientiously, ironing the puffs and insertions.
Nothing was to be heard except the soft thud of irons on the ironing pad.
She was afraid of showing the great pleasure she took in ironing Goujet's shirts.
Back in the wash-shed, brother and sister chatted while the ironing continued.
Once their faces are out of joint, there's no ironing them out again!
"I'd help with the ironing, if you would like," said Miss Winn.
"You'd have us washing and ironing it, perhaps," he chuckled.
The Mother-Superior glanced at the nun who was ironing, and then at the figure on the stool.