scrid

Updated: May 28, 2025

Then he went back to Tenney. "You were right," he said. "She burned it up." Tenney stared at him for what seemed a long time. "Oh," he said, as if it had been Raven who suggested it, "so she burnt it up. Wa'n't there any left not a scrid?" "Yes," said Raven, "there was. What do you want of it?" "Nothin'," said Tenney. "No, I don't want it.

Alice Brown - Old Crow

You look there an' see if you can't find the leastest scrid. Blue, you remember, all folded up." Raven went into the kitchen where the pails of milk were on the table, waiting. He took off the stove cover and looked in, still an idle compliance, to quiet the man's mind. It was like an outcome to a dream.

Alice Brown - Old Crow