The Singing House
Posted By Jennifer McBride on August 26, 2010
From a story originally published in 1932:
‘Now can I go over to Jimmy’s, Mother?’ he asked.
‘But Fred,’ I remonstrated, ‘you were over there yesterday, yes, and the day before. Why not have Jimmy come here today?’
‘Oh, he wouldn’t want to.’ Fred’s lip quivered in spite of his six years of manhood. ‘Please, mother.’
‘Why do you like Jimmy’s house better than ours, son?’ I pursued. It came to me suddenly that Fred and all his companions were always wanting to go to Jimmy’s house.
‘Why,’ he explained hesitantly, ‘it’s ‘cause—it’s ‘cause Jimmy’s house is a singing house.’
‘A singing house?’ I questioned. ‘Now what do you mean by that?’







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