"I got some peaches on my way," he explained, "and I didn't want to carry them to church.

I thought your mother might like them.

The doctor said she might eat fruit." With that he darted into the store with the agility of a boy.
Maria stood on the dusty sidewalk in the glare of electric light, and waited.

Her pink gingham dress was quite short, but she held it up daintily, like a young lady, pinching a fold between her little thumb and forefinger.

Mrs.Jasper Cone, with another woman, came up, and to Maria's astonishment, Mrs.Cone stopped, clasped her in her arms and kissed her.