chaff-pen

Updated: May 11, 2025

Quiller," he cried, "where in the name o' fathers have you been a-wallerin'?" "We went swimming in the Valley," I answered. "Mercy sakes!" said the tavern-keeper, "you must a mired down. You've got mud enough on you to daub a chimney, an' your head looks like a chaff-pen on a windy mornin'. What did you go swimmin' for?" "Hobson's choice," said I. "Was the ferry washed out?" he asked.

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