When I was in the military, we called the problem “inter-operability” or “stovepipes.”
The older daughter, Anna, and the two big boys slept upstairs, where the rooms were theoretically warmed by stovepipes from below.
It is not mist at all; it is merely the smoke from the stovepipes.
Keep them in covered boxes or dishes, away from the heat of stoves and stovepipes and out of the reach of rats and mice.
Snug, too, they looked, with smoke coming out of stovepipes that ran through the roofs of several of them.
Yesterday I had to change the stove and stovepipes because it smoked so bad that it almost smoked us out.
People are on the boats: men lounging, women in sun-bonnets, children, stovepipes with streaming smoke.
But off exhibition the "stovepipes" were not mere street corner ornaments addicted to posing and manicuring.
We awake betimes to the rattle of the scrubbing brush and the sharp overthrow of stovepipes.