factory-sill

Updated: May 28, 2025

For hours McElroy lay staring into the night sky with its frosting of great northern stars, and passed again over every week, every day, nay, almost every hour, since that morning in early spring when she had stepped off the factory-sill to accompany little Francette to the river bank where Bois DesCaut stood facing a tall young woman against the stockade wall.

Vingie E. (Vingie Eve) Roe - The Maid of the Whispering Hills