Jazme comes tearing down the stairs in her three-at-a-time headlongway whipping snarling splitting tangling her hair in the wind of her passing careless careening and never quite catching her bouncing head and flashing eye she lands with a flounce on her grandfather's knee and looking up matches smiles...
Sketch: Vol. 39
, Article 7.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol39/iss3/7