kerredge

Updated: June 17, 2025

I called him. He came to the step, his tongue hanging out, his stumpy tail wagging. "What'll you have, girls?" he seemed to say. "Get in here! Come up, Jack!" I coaxed, patting the seat invitingly. Jack put one paw on the step, and wagged his tail harder. Old Amos's shoulders shook. "Don' reckon you all will git dat dorg into de kerredge, Miss Faith," he said. "Look lake he smell a trick."

Lilian Bell - At Home with the Jardines