street-sprinkler

“The street-sprinkler, the dear old street-sprinkler, was coming!”

A Melody in Silver

“Always when the street-sprinkler passed, David had watched it covetously, and now was his chance.”

A Melody in Silver

“How, then, can a little boy expect to accomplish any miracles like riding on the street-sprinkler?”

A Melody in Silver

“Do you call that any way for the street-sprinkler man to act?”

A Melody in Silver

“But the sparrows had many matters to attend to before all the milkmen and bakers got abroad: they must take their morning dust-bath, for one thing, in the worn places between the cobble-stones, before the street-sprinkler began its sloppy rounds.”

Roof and Meadow

“He walked with the white oak staff, and but for the street-sprinkler the dust would have been flying under his tread.”

The Voice of the City: Further Stories of the Four Million