rosebud-sprigged

Updated: January 8, 2026

But Miss Kitty had already seen him cross the road, and had lounged into the dining-room with an artfully simulated air of casually examining it. At the unexpected vision of his hopes, arrayed in the sweetest and freshest of rosebud-sprigged print, his heart faltered.

Bret Harte - Selected Stories of Bret Harte