Kenneth Grahame, author of The Wind in the Willows, b. 1859.

The Mole had been working very hard all
the morning, spring cleaning his little home. First
he swept; next he dusted. Then it was up on
ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and
a pail of whitewash. Finally he had dust in his
throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all
over his black fur, and an aching back and
weary arms. Spring was moving in the air
above him, reaching even into his dark little
underground house. Small wonder, then, that
he suddenly threw his brush down on the
floor, said “Bother!” and “Oh dash it!” and
also “Hang spring-cleaning!” and bolted out
of the house without even waiting to put on
his coat.