smeowt

Updated: May 25, 2025

John, with his hands in his pockets, strutted across the yard, still watching Gilmour with that silent, offensive look. He came into the path of the whalebone. "Get out, you smeowt!" cried Gilmour, and with a vicious shove of the brush he sent a shower of dirty drops spattering about the boy's bare legs. "Hallo you! what are ye after?" bawled the boy. "Don't you try that on again, I'm telling ye.

George Douglas Brown - The House with the Green Shutters