Agnes stared blankly at the fuzzy, unfamiliar ceiling above her. Rubbing a night of sleep from her eyes with a fist of knuckles, she stretched the cramps from her lanky frame in unison with a clearly audible yawn...
"How Do You Plead Miss Pruit?,"
Sketch: Vol. 35
, Article 4.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol35/iss1/4