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THE WEEKLY SCRUBBING DAY
ARLY one morning soon after the Pilgrims came to Holland
they heard strange sounds in the street. Such a splashing
and dashing of water! Swish! swish! trickle! trickle!
Could it be the dike was leaking? Mary Chilton ran to the
door to see what was the matter.
There she saw Mevrow van Zant and her daughter with jars,
and pails, and kettles of water. With her strong white arms
the girl dashed the water upon the sides of the house. With
long-handled brushes she and her mother scrubbed the windows
and walls. Then Hilda dashed on more water and they
Splash! dash! swish! drip!
How the windows shine! Just find a spot of dust on that
house, if you can!
Then out came more pails and kettles of water, and more
plump Hollanders in their white caps, short skirts, and
wooden shoes. All up and down the street, on both sides of
the canal, it was, splash! dash! swish! drip!
Even the canal boats were having a wonderful scrubbing, both
inside and outside. Their brass trimmings were polished like
While Mary Chilton looked on with wonder in her round eyes,
her father came out of the house.
 "Why so sober, little one?" he asked. "I think they will
not dash water over you."
"I was wondering if our houses are the only ones on the
street left dirty, or if we had the only clean ones before.
I do not see any dust."
"On scrubbing day Holland scrubs"
"Oh, that makes no difference," laughed her father. "On
scrubbing day Holland scrubs. It comes so often things never
have time to get very dusty."