Husks
By Mary Virginia Terhune
14 Oct, 2019
Brief Extract: The tone was not winning, yet the sobs ceased, and the child looked up, as to a friendly questioner. She was about eleven years of age if one had judged from her size and form; but her features were pinched into unnatural maturity. Her
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Brief Extract: The tone was not winning, yet the sobs ceased, and the child looked up, as to a friendly questioner. She was about eleven years of age if one had judged from her size and form; but her features were pinched into unnatural maturity. Her attire was wretched, at its best estate; now, soaked by the rain, the dingy hood drooped over her eyes; the dark cotton shawl retained not one of its original colors, and the muddy dress flapped and dripped about her ankles. Less