Out in Tom Lansing's workshop on the horse-barn floor, Jacque lafitte, the wright, was nailing soft pine boards together.
"The Shepherd of the North"
Richard Aumerle Maher
"It's not like the lafitte in the old cellar-Eheu fugaces anni et-what the plague is the Latin for vintages?
"The Rough Road"
William John Locke
Here's her good health, whoever she is," and down went another bumper of the lafitte; and as it went down, it was to Una he drank, not to the unknown one.
"Only One Love, or Who Was the Heir"
Charles Garvice
