The Wishing Moon (Esprios Classics)

A little girl sat on the worn front doorsteps of the Randall house. She sat very still and straight with her short white skirts fluffed daintily out on both sides her hands tightly clasped over her thin knees and her long silk-stockinged legs cuddled tight together. She was bare-headed and her short soft hair showed silvery blonde in the fading light. Her hair was bobbed. For one miserable month it had been the only bobbed head in Green River. Her big gray-green eyes had a fugitive dancing light in them. The little girl had beautiful eyes.The little girl was Miss Judith Devereux Randall. She was eleven years old and she felt happier to-night than she remembered feeling in all the eleven years of her life.