"I made Miss Chetwynd come and talk to mother," said Sophia magnificently one night to simple Constance, as if to imply, 'Your Miss Chetwynd is my Washpot.
"The Old Wives' Tale"
Arnold Bennett
She was shelling peas one evening for Sallie, and she distinctly saw him shamble out of the window here, and go shuffling along, mid-air, across the roaring Washpot down below, turn sharp round the high corner of the house, sheer against the stars, in a kind of frightened hurry.
"The Return"
Walter de la Mare