samishness

Updated: May 18, 2025

If it hadn't been for me throwing the two bags of cat slap in his eye and hauling Robert over a railing, and lying like mice under a laurel-bush Well, it's jolly lucky I'm a good shot, that's all. He pranced off when he'd got the cat-bags off his face thought we'd bolted. And here we are. The gentle samishness of the milk swishing into the hand-bowl seemed to have soothed the burglar very much.

E. (Edith) Nesbit - The Phoenix and the Carpet