dryth

Updated: May 22, 2025

Egg-stealin' was just the little hole-an'-corner wickedness that 'd come nateral to 'em." "I rec'lect now," said Job Lear very slowly, "that the wain-rope was wet i' my hands when I unhitched 'en that night from the hook, an' I wondered, it bein' the end of a week's dryth. But in the dark an' the confusion o' savin' the wastrel's life it slipped my thoughts, else "

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - The Delectable Duchy