butter-tub

My first conversation was over a butter-tub in some Dublin back street, and the man agreed with me at once; everybody agreed with me; all felt that something must be done, but nobody knew what.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

My first conversation was over a butter-tub in some Dublin back street, and the man agreed with me at once; everybody agreed with me; all felt that something must be done, but nobody knew what.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

My first conversation was over a butter-tub in some Dublin back street, and the man agreed with me at once; everybody agreed with me; all felt that something must be done, but nobody knew what.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

My first conversation was over a butter-tub in some Dublin back street, and the man agreed with me at once; everybody agreed with me; all felt that something must be done, but nobody knew what.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

My first conversation was over a butter-tub in some Dublin back street, and the man agreed with me at once; everybody agreed with me; all felt that something must be done, but nobody knew what.

Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

My first conversation was over a butter-tub in some Dublin back street, and the man agreed with me at once; everybody agreed with me; all felt that something must be done, but nobody knew what.

Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

In a few minutes the signs of German havoc would be hidden behind stacks of crockery and household utensils, and some of the pale women we had left in mournful contemplation of the ruins would be bargaining as sharply as ever for a sauce-pan or a butter-tub.

Fighting France 1915

The woman clasped her hands, at which the Duckling flew down into the butter-tub, and then into the meal barrel and out again.

The Ugly Duckling 1909

The woman clapped her hands, at which the Duckling flew down into the butter-tub, and then into the meal-barrel and out again.

Children's Literature A Textbook of Sources for Teachers and Teacher-Training Classes Charles Madison Curry 1906

The Student, at the expense of his dinner, had rescued a book from the butter-tub and taken it off to his garret, and that night the Goblin, overcome by curiosity, peeped through the keyhole, and lo! the garret was full of light.

From a Cornish Window A New Edition Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch 1903