There it is. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. When other kids got sick at school, they always had Moms who would rescue them within minutes. "Miss Enschede—such an odd name!—are you French?" "Oh, no.
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