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      Never Speak of "Swan Lake" Again!
 
 

        "Tell me again. What's Aunt Lettie like?"
           "Really, Tam," her mother said as they drove across the
        Golden Gate Bridge, "you ask more questions than any nine-
        year-old girl in America. I've told you before, Lettie is like a
        bird. Remember the linnets that used to nest under the eaves
        of the house? Well, Lettie always reminded me of a linnet.
        She's rather vague at times. If she doesn't answer your
        questions, she is listening to music in her head, or making up
        dance steps."
           "And what is Aunt Sophi like?"
           Tam's mother frowned, but maybe it was because the
        Sausalito sign appeared, and she was worried about getting
        through the traffic to the inside lane. "Sophi's a good
        woman," she said at last. "You must remember she's been an
        invalid for years, Tam. Sometimes that makes people bitter.
        Lettie and I agree that you might be good for her. But–well,
        winning her over will be a good challenge for you this
        summer, dear."