pla-a-y

Updated: May 16, 2025

"Pla-a-y with the ba-by." The lazy echoes took it up, and tossed it languidly from hill to hill, until Bald Mountain opposite made some incoherent remark about the baby; and then all was still. I must have been mistaken. My friend was not a man of family; there was not a woman within forty miles of the river camp; he never was so passionately devoted to children as to import a luxury so expensive.

Bret Harte - Tales of the Argonauts