window so
I called
out and
asked him
what she
looked
like.
"She's
small and
dark," he
said,"and
nineteen
years old
and very
neat in
the way
she walks.
She has a
face," he
said,
thinking a
minute,"that
has lots
of spirit.
I mean she
can get
mad but
she never
stays mad
for long,
and her
eyebrows
come to a
little
point in
the
middle.
She's got
a brown
fur, but
maybe she
isn't
wearing
it." I
couldn't
remember
seeing
anybody
like that.
He showed
