bark the roof of a hut

Being the only Amishperson in the room made her feel like a pea out of its pod, yet she was determined to see Kate.

We would arrive and go through the civilities a scentmaker expects, sniffing the latest oil he was compounding, pronouncing it too heavy or too light or too musky, or sometimes, to keep him sweet, praising and buying.

And forasmoche as al the religiouse men , to whoos places many good benefices be appropried,[…]