The reaction of the Moreens, at any rate, went ever so much further.
"The Pupil" by Henry James
Her grey dress was turned up in front over a crimson moreen petticoat.
"The Old Peabody Pew A Christmas Romance of a Country Church" by Kate Douglas Wiggin
Three faded red-moreen curtains went up at the windows over the chilly paper shades, giving a pleasant glow to the bare walls.
"Jack and Jill" by Louisa May Alcott
Her gray dress was turned up in front over a crimson moreen petticoat.
"Homespun Tales" by Kate Douglas Wiggin
But in my bedroom I have green moreen.
"Library Of The World's Best Literature, Ancient And Modern, Vol 6" by Various
The making of moreen is interesting.
"Textiles" by William H. Dooley
But, except for that old dyed moreen petticoat, the things won't do.
"The Lowest Rung" by Mary Cholmondeley
But yards of red moreen are fitting witnesses for judicial gravities and legal exercises.
"The Macdermots of Ballycloran" by Anthony Trollope
Then she closed every window-shutter and drew down every window-shade and let down the heavy moreen curtains, making all dark.
"Victor's Triumph" by Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth
No danger of ignition, my lamp being quite safe, and my curtains moreen.
"Books and Authors" by Anonymous
She then approached the window, shut it, fastened it, and drew a heavy moreen curtain across it.
"Dr. Rumsey's Patient" by L. T. Mead
She drew her cautious head in out of the sweet keen air and buried her face in the musty old red moreen curtain.
"The Open Question" by Elizabeth Robins
One good moreen skirt did me, with a quilted alpaca for every-day wear and two white ones for best.
"And So They Were Married" by Florence Morse Kingsley