Chapter 73 review

Three very small children sat in a row on the edge of the ditch by the tree, looking at each other with smiles—waiting.One clapped his hands and sang, and the other two hurriedly clapped their hands and sang too; stopped again—still looking at each other with a smile—waited.In the dusty streets full of pedestrians, they have created their own innocent world! It's just three ordinary children, but it won me three reviews. April 17, 1922.