mouse-hide

Updated: May 8, 2025

And sure enough, there it was, with the smithy in the shade of it, and the Koopf blowing up the fire in his forge with a pair of puff-ball bellows. She knew now why he had hurried home so fast: it was to put on his apron. It was of the finest mouse-hide, and he was plainly very proud of it. He took the dimples from Sara at once, and showed a keen professional interest in them.

Karle Wilson Baker - The Garden of the Plynck