ether-cool

Updated: June 2, 2025

They slept Mary did, anyhow, the deepest sleep she had known in years. She waked at an unearthly a heavenly hour. The thin ether-cool air was quivering with the dissonance of bird calls; the low sun had laid great slow-moving oblongs of reddish gilt upon the brown walls of the big room. But what her eye came to rest upon was the old wooden pump.

Henry Kitchell Webster - Mary Wollaston