Children

There was little girl with large, owl eyes beaming curiosity outside her window sill, eying that new girl across the road. She looked at her. She was a skinny, shorter than five-feet, sandy hair from the Pacific shore, and eyes that were the sea. She had a smile so lively and spirited and contagious for she smiled too. The little girl jumped from off her bed, took her eyes off the glass, strapped on her playing tennis shoes and yelled to Mrs. Fannigan, "Mama, I've finished cleaning my room. I'm going out to play!"