purr-purring

Updated: June 16, 2025

I buried my head in the papers again. Blackie went on smoking. There was no sound in the little room except the purr-purring of Blackie's pipe. Then: "I done a favor for Wheeling once," mused he. I glanced up, quickly. "Oh, Blackie, do you think " "No, I don't. But then again, you can't never tell. That was four or five years ago, and the mem'ry of past favors grows dim fast.

Edna Ferber - Dawn O'Hara, the Girl Who Laughed