MARIANNE tossed the red curls from her eyes, intent on her work. She squirmed in her desk for a better position, her fingers tightening around the crayon. Her nose wrinkled—rabbit fashion, and a pink tongue crept to the corner of her mouth. She drew in her breath, then very slowly lettered. M...A...R...I... .
"The Pencil Perplex,"
Sketch: Vol. 33
, Article 2.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol33/iss1/2