shortwood

During this process Lafe had unfastened Jinnie's shortwood strap, and the girl, free, dropped upon the floor beside Peg.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

He doffed his cap smiling, recognizing her immediately, and Jinnie flushed to the roots of her hair, while the shortwood strap slipped slowly from her shoulders.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

She was making the strap to peddle shortwood, and a happier girl never breathed.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

Jinnie's little form was huddled against the counter, the shortwood scattered around her, and from her forehead blood was oozing.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

Just before the girl wrapped the boy again in the shortwood, she suggested,

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

It was a fortune for any girl to make, and what was better yet, buckled to her young shoulders in the shortwood strap was almost her next day's supply.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

He had decided to go himself that morning to bring the little fiddler back to his home with the shortwood.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

He was waiting for Jinnie to appear with her load of shortwood.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

Jinnie slipped the stem of the cobbler's rose between her white teeth, grasped the sausage in one hand and gripped the shortwood strap with the other.

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912

Then noting the shortwood, he exclaimed, "Have you had to go to work again, lass?"

Rose O'Paradise Grace Miller White 1912