sup'rintendent's

Updated: May 8, 2025

But the heaviest of the buffets came when the barrier hills were passed and the surrey horses made no motion to turn in at the gate of the old oak-shingled house beyond the iron-works. "Hold on!" said Tom. "Doesn't the driver know where we live?" The old-time, gentle smile wrinkled about the iron-master's eyes. "That's the sup'rintendent's office and lab'ratory now, son.

Francis Lynde - The Quickening