Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms alone they pose at the mirror shoulders bare trying this way and that their hair or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
Please to put a nickel please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
