A Tame Surrender, A Story of The Chicago Strike

There was something characteristically inaccurate about that statement, for Miss Allison was rather undersized in one way and oversized in another; at least that, too, is what her friends said. She was not more than five feet in height nor less than five feet in breadth "measured from tip to tip of her wings", as her brother said. Miss Allison had wings, not because she was an angel, but because it was the fashion, —wings that sprouted at her fair, plump, shapely shoulders and billowed out like balloons.