Leaning up against the ink-pot there was a photograph.
"The Princess of the School" by Angela Brazil
He started to his feet as he spoke, upsetting the ink-pot over his own copybook and also over Kitty's white-frilled pinafore.
"Red Rose and Tiger Lily" by L. T. Meade
On my return I found the ink-pot full.
"Eliza" by Barry Pain
He began in a modest way to collect ink-pots.
"Once a Week" by Alan Alexander Milne
He began in a modest way by collecting ink-pots.
"Happy Days" by Alan Alexander Milne
A ledger for recruits' names lay open, with pens and ink-pot ready.
"Where the Souls of Men are Calling" by Credo Harris
First thing you know it will be slipping in to your ink-pot and corrupting your manuscripts.
"Otherwise Phyllis" by Meredith Nicholson
But a prairie home is a terribly busy one, at times, and it's idleness that leads to the ink-pot.
"The Prairie Child" by Arthur Stringer
Simon put down his quill, closed the lid on the ink pot, and blew on the parchment to dry it.
"The Saracen: The Holy War" by Robert Shea
An ink-pot with pens is at the other side.
"Evangelists of Art" by James Patrick
Then, suddenly, the creature dropped
Heels over head, and downward flopped
Into the pot, and floundered in the ink.
I calmly thought, "He'll drown, no doubt";
But presently he struggled out
And sat, once more, all dripping, on the brink.
"The Insect" by C J Dennis