Explore "At a Tenement Window" by Annie Fellows Johnston on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
SOMETIMES my needle stops with half-drawn thread / (Not often though, each moment's waste means bread, / And missing stitches leave the little mouths unfed).
I look down on the dingy court below: / A tuft of grass is all it has to show, -- / A broken pump, where thirsty children go.