Betty Lee, aged almost fourteen, was dressing for travel. She both dreaded and anticipated the day and smiled at her reflection in the mirror as it looked at her with eyes as bright as stars, cheeks pink from excitement and lips a little apart. That was a pretty and becoming suit, "ducky," her chum had called it. Now for the new hat, to be put on over short, sunny, wavy locks that didn't have to have anything done to them to make them so. That again was what Janet Light said, pretending to be envious.
|Publisher:||New Century Books|
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