Heluiz Chandler Washburne, Rhamon (1939)
“ Rhamon had some annas that jingled in his pockets, so he looked at the colored candies in this little shop, the sticky cakes in the next one, and the gay array of penknives in another. "I really need a penknife," he thought, "one with a sharp blade that will cut the hardest root. Then I can whittle myself a top that no one can crack. ”
