6/20/2023 0 Comments Stormy misty's foal book![]() ![]() Wind’s bitter.” She came to the doorway and looked sharply at Paul. The old man and the boy went thudding in their sock feet to the back hall, to their jackets hanging over the wash tubs and their boots standing side by side. “Me neither,” Paul said, “even when it’s cloudy.” “What’s more, ye never have to wind him up, and I never knowed him to sleep overtime.” Why, he’s even more to depend on than that fancy ticker yer sea-farin’ father brung us from France.” He gave Grandma a playful wink. “That banty,” he went on as he mopped his face, “is better than any li’l ole tinkly alarm clock. He reached for the towel Grandma was handing him. “Just hark at that head rooster!” he grinned, his face dripping. He came up for air, his head cocked like a robin listening for worms. ![]() Grandpa Beebe was bent over the sink, noisily washing his face. ![]() For Paul, his banty rooster was clock enough. Paul did not even glance at the clock, though it was a handsome piece, showing the bridge of a ship with a captain at the wheel. THE CLOCK on the shelf pointed to five as young Paul Beebe, his hair tousled and his eyes still full of sleep, came into the kitchen. ![]()
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