Skirtful

“After a little while, lifting his head from the collar of reflection, he removed the talisman of silence from the treasure of speech, and scattered skirtsful of brilliant gems and princely pearls before the company in his mirth-exciting deliveries.”—Oriental Bahar-Danush.

But the boy nerved himself; he would not loiter to gaze at it, but strode into the cottage and began hacking with great fierceness at the nettles, which Tilda—her hands cased in a pair of old pruning gloves—gathered in skirtfuls and carried out of door.

Leah shrugged, and the girls pulled on their clean, damp kirtles and gathered skirtfuls of flowers.