hahnsomest

Updated: June 22, 2025

"Yew look through a knot-hole in your floor any mornin' when it's handy to four o'clock and yew'll see my breakfast doin's." Sylvia opened her eyes, genuinely bewildered. "But why do you want to get up in the night?" she asked. "Night!" he repeated. "What ye talkin' abaout? It's jest the hahnsomest time o' the hull day. I git up to go to the pound, o' course." "The pound?" Sylvia stared in wonder.

Clara Louise Burnham - The Opened Shutters