There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. " "Robbed him!" screamed the widow.
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