It described such a face,
by James McLain
smiling to him-as often it did it.
In its imagination, as with at school,
carried this uniform of the street Mary Magdelene'
a white button to the top of shirt maker
and a skirt of plaid blue and gray-and although it was the same uniform other girls carried,
it was there had always been, for him,
something different about the manner
fairest complextioned she supplemented.
Sand in the glass, seconds were like years.