Why do the dogs howl so? They do not, save at night. She asked it, as she ever did, as if I being all-wise could tell all. So I laughed, and said that maybe I had put a spell on them to howl for me. I caught her hand, with the needle in it, and drave the needle into my palm, for the joy of the prick of her needle.
*** NOTES *** Mary Webb's masterpiece is a novel called Precious Bane, and we recommend it. The words to this song came to us from another of her books.