bymbye

Updated: May 5, 2025

There was a fresh-gathered bunch of wild phlox by Moya's plate in a tumbler printed round the edge with impressions of a large moist male thumb. "Catchee plenty," the Chinaman grinned, pointing to the plain outside where the pale sage-brush quivered stiffly in the wind. "Bymbye plenty come. Pretty col' now." "You'll be getting a large hump on yourself, Han, me boy.

Mary Hallock Foote - The Desert and the Sown