If the crying didn’t cease, it would radiate across whole housing complex, creating a morose blanket that draped itself over every sidewalk, alleyway, tree and shrub. The only way to escape it was to close one’s windows and wait for silence.
Mrs Spratch knew that something must be done to purge the gloom from her baby.
This drawing goes back to when Lucy Spratch was still a baby as an attempt to fill in the gaps between then and Lucy as a young girl playing with the people jars.
The rest of the drawings in the series are here
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