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dress, and her curl papers were out, and she actually smiled at Mary Elizabeth and me.
“Now then!” she said to us.
If I could have made a dream for that night, I think it would have been that ever and ever so many of us were sitting in rows, waiting to be counted. And a big sun came by, whirling and growing, to take us, and we thought we couldn’t all get in. But there was room, whether we had been counted or not.
