meaders

An 'you could look' way off 'crost the meaders, an' see the trees a-wavin 'in the sunshine, an' up over yer head the birds

Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice 1906

An 'you could look' way off 'crost the meaders, an' see the trees a-wavin 'in the sunshine, an' up over yer head the birds 'ud be singin' like they was never goin 'to stop. An' yer pa an 'me' ud take you out at the harvestin 'time, an' you 'ud play on the hay-stacks.

Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch, by Alice Caldwell Hegan. 1902

"It's all green meaders and orcherds and lanes," said the Boarder with the volubility of one repeating an oft-told and well-loved tale, while the young Jenkinses with the rapt, intense gaze of moving picture beholders sat in pleased expectancy, "and the house sets on a little rise of ground.

Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley Belle Kanaris Maniates

"It's nice an 'warm in the sunshine," he murmured; "the meaders an 'trees -- laughin' all the time!

Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice 1906

"It 's nice an 'warm in the sunshine," he murmured; "the meaders an 'trees -- laughin' all the time!

Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch, by Alice Caldwell Hegan. 1902