icy-footed

Updated: May 21, 2025

And he's sitting at the front gate this moment! Superintending the unpacking of the furniture van! And I've named him Lopsy!" "Why, Flame; how absurd!" gasped her mother. In consideration of the fact that Flame's mother had run all the way from the icy-footed chicken yard to answer the telephone it shows distinctly what stuff she was made of that she gasped nothing else.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott - Peace on Earth, Good-will to Dogs