The girl smiled impishly and tossed her head. A white scarf covered her hair except for a few stray wisps that were blowing in the wind. The ends of her scarf fluttered like white wings behind her.
“I do have an imagination,” she admitted as if revealing a secret she had meant to keep. “Sometimes it plays tricks on me.”
“That’s what it was when you thought the cashier stole your twenty dollars,” Pauline said. “You just imagined you gave it to him.”
“Did I?” Clarissa seemed ready to admit it. “You don’t suppose the wind could have picked the money out of my hand, do you? It’s fierce today, isn’t it? It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if it picked me up and carried me away.”
Judy laughed at that.
“I can just see you being swept up into the clouds with that white scarf trailing behind you. Like the witch who rides through the sky on Hallowe’en.”
“She’s the thirteenth fairy in Sleeping Beauty,” replied Clarissa, and she was laughing, too. “It was always my favorite fairy tale. I can hardly wait to see Irene—”
“She isn’t playing the part of Sleeping Beauty,” Flo interrupted. “She just introduces the show and sings.”
“I know. She told us. Sleeping Beauty is being played by a guest star, Francine Dow. I’ve seen her on television, and she’s lovely. I wonder if she uses golden hair wash.”
“Of course she doesn’t. Her hair is dark,” Flo said.