Mott

We need all our young people to know that Clara Barton and Lucretia Mott and Sojourner Truth and Eleanor Roosevelt and Dorothy Height, those aren’t just for Women’s History Month. They’re the authors of our history, women who shaped their destiny.

They were rolling southward on the International. The timber was huddling into little dense, green motts at rare distances before the inundation of the downright, vert prairies. This was the land of the ranches; the domain of the kings of the kine.

We continued northwest, the grass tall with scattered thick motts of oak and the mesquites with their flickering leaves and the yuccas in bloom with their white flowers.

The Hon. TOM DASHALL in the mean time was in close conversation with his mott in the corner of the Box, and was getting, as Sparkle observed, "rather nutty in that quarter of the globe."

The truck was going past Wollaton Park and Barry was still yapping about this chick's hairy mott and yet it was only background muffle to Desmond.