Herneat white socks had slipped in crinkled folds around her little blackboots, and the pink of her legs was visible for three or four inchesbelow the hem of her brown velvet Sunday dress. Down her backcascaded a mane of carefully curled hair, sparkling in the sun; notred and not gold, but somewhere in between. The white taffeta bowwhich held the front curls back from her face hung draggled andlimp; dust smeared her dress. She held the doll's clothes tightly inone hand, the other pushing vainly at Hughie.
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