wherrs

Updated: April 30, 2025

And her heart stood still. She was white to the lips as she sat down on a convenient sack of maize. "It is a long walk," said the postmaster, hunting about for the letter. "Dear me, wherrs I put it?" And he looked in a box of bloaters and a basket of eggs. "Here it is. I 'member now; I put it safe with the cheese was to go to Dinas."

Allen Raine - By Berwen Banks