A huge soft sponge, lathered with fine-milled soap, hung from her limp hand.

As a parting gift from Brother Ambrose, I had several cakes of a fine-milled hard soap, made with attar of roses, and told her to fetch those, as well.

Fine-milled French soap, perfumed with lily of the valley, it was a delicate comment on my status in the household-honored guest, to be sure; but not one of the family, who would all make do as a matter of course with the usual coarse soap made of tallow and lye.