Springtime À La Carte

Spring was taking its time to arrive in the city, and with no letter from her fiance in weeks, Sarah's quite wilted. "In a faint, golden glow from her dandeleonine dream, she fingered the typewriter keys absently for a little while, with her mind and heart in the meadow lane with her young farmer." Sarah was crying over her bill of fare. Think of a New York girl shedding tears on the menu card!.. ...