them, the surreptitious whirr of wings aloft, up over the tree-tops, the lowly meanderings of insects among the grass, the soft pad-pad of tiny, furry feet scampering to safety. But there ... A fox, caught in one of Sama#39;s traps. ... But since youa#39;re here, curse you ! come, and get me out of this trap. ... His face was completely hidden, not alone by the drooping brim of his soft hat, but by a sort of black mask he wore.
|Title||:||Making Over Martha|
|Author||:||Julie Mathilde Lippmann|