“Give me his coat! Give me her dress! Snatch off their socks!” screamed the other wash women, making little snatches at the two on the rock.
Percy put his arms protectingly around Dorothy and Toto showed all his teeth and began to growl so terribly that even the head of the wash women stepped back.
“What are you doing on Monday Mountain?” she demanded indignantly.
“Monday Mountain?” gasped Percy Vere. “Did you hear that, Dorothy? We’re on Monday Mountain! Great blueing, black and blueing!” finished Percy, with a groan.
“Stop mumbling and speak up!” shouted the wash woman threateningly.
“Stop shouting and shut up!” barked Toto unexpectedly.
“We’re searching for a Princess,” explained Dorothy, in the surprised silence that followed Toto’s remark.
“A Princess! Oh, mother!”
Out from the dreadful group sprang a perfectly enormous wash girl.