starses

Updated: May 3, 2025

Think of it, matey the bed with the green curtains, and the good smell of the herrings you toasts yerself and the fire you makes outer sticks, and the little starses a-comin' out and a-winkin' at you, and all so quiet, a-smokin' yer pipe till it falls outer yer mouth with sleepiness, and no fear o' settin' the counterpin afire. What you say, matey, eh?"

E. (Edith) Nesbit - Harding's luck

Dickie looked lovingly at the smart back of the little house its crisp white muslin blinds, its glimpses of neat curtains, its flowers; and then another picture came to him he saw the misty last light fainting beyond the great shoulders of the downs, and the "little starses" shining so bright and new through the branches of fir trees that interlaced above, a sweet-scented bed of soft fallen brown pine-needles.

E. (Edith) Nesbit - Harding's luck