Soapy bubbles

Usage examples of suds.

Yes, smiles break out all around as we cast daddies, brothers, husbands into near-respectable village idiots in the stories we spin over bowls of homegrown, freshly snapped peas, clotheslines draped with bleach-scented, bloodstained damp sheets, sinks filled with suds and supper-crusted dishes.

And the ornate tin bath of the Archchancellor of Unseen University was lifted neatly off the floor, sizzled across his study and then flew off the balcony and on to the lawn in the octangle several storeys below, without spilling more than a cupful of suds.

He wiped his face and washed his hands with soapberry, the flesh of the fruit sliced into a dish of water and making suds.

Tame anarchists, a dreary crew, Squib Socialists too damp to sosh, Fake Hobohemians steeped in suds, Glib females in Artistic Duds With Captive Husbands cowed and gauche.

Knuckles was seated in a booth this time, sipping suds with the owner and a tinhorn gambler called Ace, up from Texas while the law calmed down about a noisy poker game down there.

He shook some of the soap under the sputtering pump, swirled the cold water to make suds.

Suds and water were gathered to one side of the corridor, and Doc contrived to stumble away from Panner and slip on the soapy water.

She was squeezing a wad of steel wool so tightly that the di rty suds streaked down one arm and wet the waist of her shirt and the bony hip of her denim work: jeans.

She swaddled his shoulders, applied the suds, sharpened the razor and shaved him with deft strokes, all in five minutes.

The strange chunks of fluff were roughly six feet in diameter, and at first Baz had thought that they must be a concentration of soap or detergent suds that had somehow escaped the confines of a laundry.

YOUNG REYNARD I Gracefullest leaper, the dappled fox-cub Curves over brambles with berries and buds, Light as a bubble that flies from the tub, Whisked by the laundry-wife out of her suds.

Further still was Suds Row, where the post laundresses lived and worked.

She had been killing Japanese beetles by tapping them, engorged and sluggish, from her rosebushes into an agitated froth in which they were trapped and then drowned with each fresh sudsing shake of her old mayonnaise jar.

He unbuttoned his pants, he stepped out of his shoes, he yanked off his socks, and he was standing there naked, sponge-bathing his body, sudsing up and then splashing himself clean.

A brisk sudsing revived him somewhat, as did several submersions to rinse the sweat and travel grime out of his hair.