Her skin was like rag ill-washed and rough-dried. Both skin and clothing of the woman were the texture of hydrangea blossoms-thin, sapless. On exaggeratedly high heels her papery structure tottered. “I want a dog.” “Work dog or companion?” “One-o-them whatcher-callum–the kind you got.” “Bobtail…
Author: Emily Carr
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Two men, cousins, came to buy Bobtails. One cousin was rich and had a beautiful estate; the other was poor and was overseer and cowman for his cousin. The rich cousin bought the handsomest and highest-priced pup in the kennel. After careful consideration the poor…
