One man was standing up and waving, in a very excited manner, something which turned out ultimately to be a piece of cotton-waste.

They were wholesale dealers in books, stationery, paper-stock, and cotton-waste.

So, with my can of yellow oil and my handful of cotton-waste, I watch a half-hour or so of fierce battle.

The engineer perched himself on the cabin skylight, and began mechanically to rub the brass rails with his cotton-waste.