" His daughter, " suggested Bracken. " Blackwood has six sons, but only the one daughter. He dotes on her. A snot-nosed little creature, couldn't be more than seven" .
Triple-threat that you are, you grab your baseball bat (made from a maple tree), your clarinet (made from an African blackwood tree), and your lines for the play (printed on paper from a pine tree).
When in the evening he sat reading in the straight-backed blackwood chair of the inn with the light of a hurricane lamp on his face she was able to watch him at her ease.