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fidgetted. Lillie Mae did not have a pretty face, with her brown freckles and bushy pigtails but it was a happy one. Aunt Nancy had said that this was much nicer. Daddy had often pulled her reddish brown braids and called her a live wire. However, Lillie Mae's mother was sure that her early grey hairs had been caused by living in the same house with her curious and adventurous little girl.

Gigi watched her for a few seconds as she playfully pinched May Sue's arm on her way to deliver a note to Miss Dodson. Mary Sue screeched as if in pain, but Gigi knew that it had not hurt one bit.

Then Gigi had a wonderful idea. Lillie Mae could help her. She knew she could. Didn't she show her how to cross her fingers five hundred times to keep from getting a spanking when she accidentally broke a window playing ball last month? Lillie Mae knew everything.

The child's family had only recently moved to the city, but the children had been friends since Little Mae's very first day at school when she had been unable to find her big sister at three o'clock and had asked directions of Gigi. They had found that they lived on the same street, were the same age and had the same number of teeth out, but when they found that they both liked dill pickles, the bond of friendship was sealed.

While Miss Dodson was reading the note, Little Mae called to Gigi, "See you at three," in a stage whisper that was loud enough for Miss Dodson to look up and remark, "Not at the rate she is going."