ottridge

Updated: May 8, 2025

"I can't go like that"... "But you never want to go like that, my dear child," old Miss Ottridge had laughed, readjusting the pins; "just breathe in your ordinary way there, see? That's right." Perhaps Lilla's mother was right about blouses... perhaps they were "slommucky."

Dorothy Miller Richardson - Pointed Roofs : Pilgrimage, Volume 1