"Was that ever an angel!"

"Was that an angel! Was that ever an angel!" called a young voice.

"Let me in on it!" I demanded.

Nine-year-old Jimmy closed the front door behind him, and seeing me, came close and told me what had happened. He had entered some of his handiwork in the local fair. He was pretty sure he would win at least one blue ribbon, a highly coveted award. He had made entries for three years now, and to his delight had won at least one blue ribbon each year.

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August 24, 1974
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