Beth s ArmChapter 6
Alexander Beall's wife was in her rocking chair knitting heavy woolen stockings when he got home. He went to the fireplace to warm up, pulled the swinging gudgeon toward him and stirred the stew pot hanging from its sooty trammel. He sniffed the peppery aroma and smiled. Beef was a rare break from their usual diet of venison and squirrel. "Leave that alone and try those on," his wife said pointing with her elbow at a pair of gray stockings lying beside her. Beall sat and pulled off one...