poker-head

Updated: May 23, 2025

Then the boy laid the poker-head along the rim, fitting edge to edge with a nice precision. "Mother," he cried, turning towards her in his interest, "mother, look here! It's exactly the same size!" "Put it down, sir," said his father with a grim smile at Loranogie. "You'll be killing folk next." "Are ye packit, Peter?" said Gourlay.

George Douglas Brown - The House with the Green Shutters