Anne beamed. For the moment she had forgotten about her father in a police cell. She had forgotten to worry over what would happen if he wasn't released. She had even forgotten about Alice for the moment. "Oh aye, if ye would?" And she turned sideways so Mrs. Blacke could sit next to her and do her hair. "Thank you, Mrs. Blacke. It's very pretty."
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