![]() ![]() ![]() The room was so crowded with old dusty things that there were only a few narrow corridors for walking. ![]() "It won't take long," he said, and they followed her mother up to the dilapidated wooden farmhouse that sagged behind the sign.It was dark inside, and there was a moldy basement smell. Her mother was always searching for old phonograph records and sheet music.Her father winked at Vicky. Her father pulled the car abruptly over to the side of the road where there was a hand-lettered ANTIQUES sign nailed to a tree. "Something on your mind?""Oh," she said dreamily, trying not to make the hint too obvious, "I was just thinking about what a wonderful place this would be to go for rides on a brand new, ten-""Wait! Stop!" her mother cried out, startling Vicky and not giving her a chance to finish. ![]() "You haven't said a word for miles, Vicky," he said. Certainly it did not occur to Vicky to wonder about what the approaching, more bitter season would hold for her.What she was thinking about more than anything else as they drove along the winding country road was the ten-speed bicycle she hoped to get for her birthday.Her father looked briefly back at her from the driver's seat and smiled. It was altogether a perfect day for a family outing. Chapter OneThe poplar trees along the roadside shimmered in a light breeze, and there was hardly a nip in the autumn air. ![]()
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