SWINGING her bare feet to the lowest branch, Francie Olson slid out of the apple tree, skinned her elbow on the bark, and ran across the yard to meet Tom and Jo Ann Hutchcroft. She had never seen Jo Ann run so fast...
"Only Sissies Cry,"
Sketch: Vol. 12
, Article 3.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol12/iss1/3