s-m-a-c-k

Updated: April 30, 2025

You just write on your face as plainly as this" and here her dainty finger toured her face, ending up where the tear of milk had trembled "S-M-A-C-K." I roared aloud, she did it so frankly and mirthfully. What a treasury of moods she was! She had stepped across our house-place like a queen, she had fronted that devil, Brocton, like a goddess, and now she was larking like a schoolmaid.

George W. Gough - The Yeoman Adventurer