SHE has a mouse. A friend sent it in an old purple corsage box and she put it in a two-quart glass jar. It jumped out the first night that she had it, but it was on top of a dresser with two jewel boxes and a few bottles of half-gone perfume and a big oval mirror, and the mouse scrunched up and hid inside the back of one open jewel box with a coil of long rope beads. And she found it...
"She Has a Mouse,"
Sketch: Vol. 22
, Article 13.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol22/iss1/13