picture-mount

Updated: June 25, 2025

I lay back and gloated over the starry picture overhead through a crisscross picture-mount of ragged grass. I left the confutation of the scoffer to Miss Moore. There was an edge on many of her remarks that night, and I could trust her to deal with him. But what she said I have forgotten. Only I remember that he gave her best at last.

Arthur Shearly Cripps - Cinderella in the South: Twenty-Five South African Tales