four-forty-four

Updated: May 27, 2025

Unfortunately, however, he pulled the wrong one and the engine, as Amy said, immediately choked to death. The youth observed him more in sorrow than in anger and drew a sleeve over his perspiring forehead. "Awfully sorry," said Amy. "I got the wrong handle. Try it again." The clock showed four-forty-four and Clint saw the car roll around the corner into the square. "Come on," he begged.

Ralph Henry Barbour - Left Tackle Thayer