“That’s where she belongs, not in real life,” his sister agreed, smiling. Then she kissed him. “Shall I look dreadfully shabby beside those women, Rickey?” He slanted his eyes down over the green sweater and stubbed tan shoes. “You’re nothing to brag about, Jinny, but they’re the best you have.” She picked up a small green hat and drew it over her hair. “When our ship comes in, Rickey, I’ll be grand and gorgeous.” He lighted up at that. “It’s sailing straight toward us, Jinny,” he exulted, “and some day we are goin…
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