one-spots

Updated: May 5, 2025

It was a bum room with a sick kid in it. But you ought to have seen him go for the bread and tincture of formaldehyde. Half-starved, I guess. Then she prayed some. Don't get stuck up, tenner. We one-spots hear ten prayers, where you hear one. She said something about 'who giveth to the poor. Oh, let's cut out the slum talk. I'm certainly tired of the company that keeps me.

O. Henry - The Trimmed Lamp, and other Stories of the Four Million