Explore "Mary Ware's Promised Land" by Annie Fellows Johnston on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The long hot summer was followed by a September so dry and dusty that / the town lay parched in the sweltering heat.
"Doesn't it make you feel like a wilted lettuce leaf?" Mary said to / Sandford Berry one noon when they met at the boarding-house gate on / their way in to dinner. "I've been down to Myrtle Street all morning, / and some of those crowded rooms are so stifling that I don't see how the / inmates breathe."