oreole

Updated: May 25, 2025

The boots of the men could be heard, as they creaked on the crisply frozen snow, before the visitors arrived at the door. Keno let them in, and with them an oreole of chill and freshness flavored spicily of winter. There were three the carpenter, Bone, and Lufkins. "How's the little shaver?" Bone inquired at once. "About the same," said Jim. "And how's the tree?" "All ready," answered Lufkins.

Philip Verrill Mighels - Bruvver Jim's Baby