I filled in my name where the prompt appeared on the computer screen but my account wasn't recognized.

The small dairy maintained an industrial pasteurizer and provided home-delivered milk in a local distribution area.

Before we could embark on the details of his mother's health we were joined by a fair, plump woman of indefinite age, who had once been—and at moments still was—very pretty. She wore a simple black silk dress, perhaps in deference to Tilly's death, though the note of mourning was jarred by flamboyant aquamarine ear-rings and too much rouge.

My uncle spent all day tracking the deer, whose hoofprints were clear in the mud.