Article June 19, 1976 ISSUE

That Soda-pop Sparkle

Claire Hagenlocher Stubbe

"Are you dressed yet, Meg?" Mother called as she opened the door to the study. One glance was enough. Twelve-year-old Meg was in jeans, bent over her schoolbooks, and she looked up with a frown. It had been one of those hectic school days, and Meg was feeling the pressure. Now, to top it all, she had to hurry to be at church in half an hour to usher. She felt just like flat soda pop ... no sparkle at all.

"Do I have to go tonight, Mom? I'm feeling awfully blah. Anyway, I'm only a standby usher tonight. Probably nobody'll even miss me if I don't go."

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