#satchel — Public Fediverse posts

Here's the last few lines from -
A #Sprig of #Rosemary by Julia Schayer (1899):

She had waited in the station until she was "all het up" and left her #Palm-#Leaf fan on the #Train, & wondered If the plants would come up again, & asked how #Lucille was, etc.

Meantime the man had picked up the #Black #Satchel & the #Basket & hustled #Aunt Abby good-naturedly into the #car & the two were gone.

And the sprig of rosemary lay #Forgotten on the #Floor under the old #Gentleman's feet.