Article March 27, 1978 Issue

One last try

Angelyn C. Blanchard

Lindy bounced into the kitchen and excitedly declared, "Aunt May, I left my purse at school! I've got to go get it." And she was gone as suddenly as she had come.

Walking quickly, Lindy was concerned that if she didn't get the purse back that afternoon, it would have to stay at school all weekend. She was afraid it would be stolen if that happened.

"I hope Mrs. Williams hasn't left yet," she thought as she began to run. But sure enough, when she arrived at the fifth-grade classroom, the door was locked and the teacher's car was gone. Lindy was dismayed. She couldn't help feeling her purse was gone for good.

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