Cabas

I looked at Frances, she was putting her books into her cabas […]

a. 1847, Charlotte Brontë, Villette And at last I got away. The shop commissions took some time to execute, that choosing and matching of silks and wools being always a tedious business, but at last I got through my list. The patterns for the slippers, the bell-ropes, the cabas were selected—the slides and tassels for the purses chosen—the whole "tripotage", in short, was off my mind; nothing but the fruit and the felicitations remained to be attended to.