dearie-child

Updated: May 21, 2025

Above a carved black-walnut table and from a mother-of-pearl frame, a small amateur photograph of Marjorie Clark smiled out at herself. The figure in spotted silk dragged off the wet jacket and hurried with it toward the rear of the hallway, her left foot dragging slightly. "Just a second, dearie-child, until I find dry things for you. Son, stop fussing around the lamb until she gets rested."

Fannie Hurst - Every Soul Hath Its Song