Slop-jar

"All you fit to do is be Shug's maid... Take out her slop jar, maybe cook her food. You ain't even that good a cook."

"The stage ought to be here," said Miranda, glancing nervously at the tall clock for the twentieth time. "I guess everything's done. I've tacked up two thick towels back of her washstand and put a mat under her slop-jar; but children are awful hard on furniture. I expect we sha'n't know this house a year from now."