THE STAR IN THE WINDOW
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as you to go to a 'movie'—or anything like that, would it, with a rough diamond like me?"
"Why, I'd like to go," Reba told him from the fullness of her heart.
His eyes lighted.
"Would you meet me at the Garden Theater Monday night, at quarter to eight o'clock?" he asked.
Reba's sewing-class met Monday nights. Never mind! She knew from experience the kind of starvation his eyes expressed.
"I'll be very glad to meet you there," she told him.
