EVERY one on Church Street had gone to bed except Ellie Edelman and Albert Kutz, and the night was dark and silent. Ellie sat in a corner of the bench in front of her mother’s house, her rosy, smiling face lifted, her hand patting the bench, beside her invitingly.By ELSIE SINGMASTER14 min
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