cinder-sifters

Updated: May 13, 2025

Again the moaning sound, and then the eyes opened, but closed almost immediately. "Poor dear soul," whispered Peggy, "how he suffers in surviving. Lift him up a little. Softly. Don't be afeard. We're only your good angels, like only poor cinder-sifters don'tee be afeard."

Various - International Weekly Miscellany - Volume 1, No. 8, August 19, 1850