原作者
絵師
声優
映像監督
  • The sister pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for “style,” not service—she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear:
  • Sister did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom, and so sister needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat.
  • Sister went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and “jimpson” weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So sister lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted:
    “Y-o-u-u TOM!”