dew-draps

Updated: August 22, 2026

Have you come back sorely tired from the hunt or the race? Weary fa' the men folk that let you lie down with the dew-draps on your bonny curls bonnier than Miss Alice's, for a' their fleechin' as if it were high noon. No but noontide has its ills, too; but you would never heed a bonnet, neither for sun nor wind. A wild laddie, a wild laddie, Earlscraig!"

Sarah Tytler - Girlhood and Womanhood: The Story of some Fortunes and Misfortunes