chestnut-sellers

Updated: July 5, 2025

The other woman's words had evoked a sudden memory of the early snows and the lights in the Mall, of the crashing elevated trains with chestnut-sellers' lights blowing beneath them, of summer dawns, when the city woke to the creeping tide of heat, and of autumn afternoons, when motor cars began to crowd the Avenue, and leaves drifted drifted in the Park.

Kathleen Thompson Norris - Martie, the Unconquered