It was the Saturday afternoon following this, a chill November day, with the roads Sloshy, and a grey, comfortless sky that made one's spirits sink.
"Liza of Lambeth"
W. Somerset Maugham
I groaned, stopping short in my Sloshy progress down the narrow street that led to the ferry.
"A Fool and His Money"
George Barr McCutcheon
Far away you see boats coming in, and Wecanicut all flat and gray, and then right below is nice Sloshy green water with old boxes and straws floating by, and sometimes horrid orange-peels that picnic people throw in.
"Us and the Bottleman"
Edith Ballinger Price