"Till," he cried, "she come, anyway. Looka, she's come!"
"Yes, I—I've come," said Marjorie Clark. There was a layer of hysteria in her voice.
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's Every Soul Hath Its Song, by Fannie Hurst
"Till," he cried, "she come, anyway. Looka, she's come!"
"Yes, I—I've come," said Marjorie Clark. There was a layer of hysteria in her voice.
End of Project Gutenberg's Every Soul Hath Its Song, by Fannie Hurst