broshay

Updated: May 16, 2025

"Wisha, this is goin' to be a wild night, I'm thinkin'!" sighed she, wrapping a faded and much-worn "broshay" shawl more securely about her, and striving to protect both herself and her wares beneath the shelter of a dilapidated umbrella, one of the ribs of which had parted company with the cotton covering, escaped from its moorings, as it were, and stood out independently.

Mary Catherine Crowley - Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir