glen

A moral focal point was Glen Echo Park, a wonderful art-deco playland in Maryland along the Potomac.

He had a long reach, and whenever he tried to bite Glen's thigh he had to pull his legs back quickly.

For half a mile or so did Glen and his companion follow it, seeking some place at which they might continue their ascent.

Glen had been so proud of his birthday, too, and it had been made so much of at home.

Sabina was the vanithee's name; and she warned her husband to have no more dealings with Lassa Buaicht, the old man of the glen.

The river Glen falls into the Till, which is a tributary of the Tweed.