Earl Derr Biggers,
The Bird In The Cage
(1909)
“ All that night, walking the shore, and later in my room I fought resolutely to keep my mind from Aloysius McMan, little, pink, blithe, prattling of ten years' happiness in the shadow of his tragedy. With an effort I thought instead of Kansas City station, with the trains coming and going, the traveling men in their loud waistcoats struggling with catch-as-catch-can meals—of Irene, stately, blond, beautiful, smiling haughtily upon the throng that pleaded before her counter. Likewise I dreamed of peaches and cream, and of one lunch-counter doughnut I had encountered, which was soft. ”
