"Why, yes—" said Miss Lydia, doubtfully, and dusted her floury hands together.
Still they were hot and floury, and not bad with a bit of salt.
"O, yes'm; I'd be delighted," replied Mother Hubbard, a smile lighting up her face even to the floury tip of her nose.
Biddy had learned to cook them properly, when they appeared dry and floury.
But on looking around he saw a tell-tale trail left by floury bear paws.
She drooped in his arms, hanging her head and looking down on her floury hands.
He stood leaning against the casing, watching her floury hands at their deft work.
They were white, floury, without a drop of water in the whole dish of them.
Perseverance appeared, floury and serene, at the foot of the ladder.
He knew artificial whiteness only when it was glaring and floury.