Excerpt from Smith College Monthly, Vol. 33: October, 1924-June, 1925
I jumped up and down on one foot, But there isn't anyone at all - there's no one at the window to frighten little girls. You just talk to yourself and pretend. For Fannie's gone to heaven. She's an angel with a white robe 'cause Mother told me so! My, how the neighbors' children would admire my daring.
Mr. Biscuit ﬂung up an arm to avoid a blow. Then it fell to his side and showed his face old and drawn. His glasses slid off his nose, but instead of picking them up he stalked to the house, his vague eyes straining to see some thing at a great distance. He climbed the steps wearily, not like a man but like a child, putting both feet on each step. After he had closed the door, I heard a call, Fannie - Fannie, then the house was silent. I was frightened and ran home crying, though when Mother asked what the matter was I lied and said a naughty boy had slapped me.
For some reason I did not boast to the other children of my courage.
Stealthily I watched Mr. Biscuit 's house - no. He never again called Fannie by name. As for the cat, did she have the offended look of an outraged Epicure?
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