horn-devil's

Updated: June 17, 2025

Of course he could not understand the words, but he seemed to understand the tone, for presently he stopped rearing, and at last stood quite quiet, only breathing hard and trembling a little. "Now, Snoodle, come here!" cried Sara, nerving herself for the supreme test of her theory. The Snoodle sprang forward at the word, and, as Sara had foretold, threw his paws about the Horn-Devil's neck.

Karle Wilson Baker - The Garden of the Plynck