pitcher-books

Updated: May 1, 2025

I heard the mules waiting for him outside, and it was the "cap and eel" boy, and he said, "How are you, young feller? Heerd you was sick!" "Who told you?" I said. "The Mushrat," he said. "He came a-whooping and a-running up the canal one night, an' hollered to me in passing that he wasn't going to bring no pitcher-books back to no diphtheria sore-throaters.

Margaret Turnbull - W. A. G.'s Tale