To Mrs. Henry Ollesheimer

CONTENTS

[Wings]1
[Hunger]35
[The Lost “Beautifulness”]65
[The Free Vacation House]97
[The Miracle]114
[Where Lovers Dream]142
[Soap and Water]163
[“The Fat of the Land”]178
[My Own People]224
[How I found America]250

HUNGRY HEARTS

WINGS

“My heart chokes in me like in a prison! I’m dying for a little love and I got nobody—nobody!” wailed Shenah Pessah, as she looked out of the dismal basement window.

It was a bright Sunday afternoon in May, and into the gray, cheerless, janitor’s basement a timid ray of sunlight announced the dawn of spring.

“Oi weh! Light!” breathed Shenah Pessah, excitedly, throwing open the sash. “A little light in the room for the first time!” And she stretched out her hands hungrily for the warming bit of sun.

The happy laughter of the shopgirls standing on the stoop with their beaux and the sight of the young mothers with their husbands and babies fanned anew the consuming fire in her breast.

“I’m not jealous!” she gasped, chokingly. “My heart hurts too deep to want to tear from them their luck to happiness. But why should they live and enjoy life and why must I only look on how they are happy?”