Magic Elizabeth
It all began one rainy night at the end of a summer.
"As if we didn't have enough troubles!" groaned Mrs. Chipley. "There it goes and rains on us!"
Sally, clinging to Mrs. Chipley's plump hand,was almost running to keep up with her. The bright feather on Mrs. Chipley's black hat, which had started out so proudly erect, had gradually wilted, and now dropped sadly down the back of that lady's stout neck. Sally's red suitcase, its handle firmly gripped by Mrs. Chipley's other hand, bumped in a steady rhythm against her right leg. But Mrs. Chipley strode purposefully on, as if she had no time to notice small discomforts.