The next spring my father, my older brother and myself accompanying him, went to the nearby timber land and got two hundred young sugar maples, black walnuts and butternut trees that were presently planted in concentric circles around that home castle.
"Memoirs of Orange Jacobs"
Orange Jacobs
A tall man in a butternut suit, with a sinister face, craned his head as I passed, and the sallow-faced clerk leaned over the desk in an absorbed way, his eyes glued to my shirt front.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith
It was the man in the butternut suit.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith