![]() Miss Katzenburger had red hair and was quite pretty. She’d seen which apartment she went into-3-B, one floor up-and had looked at the nameplate beside the door. Katie hadn’t met her yet, but she knew who she was. She saw Miss Katzenburger emerge from the front door below and head toward the street. Except when people were going to work, of course, the way they were now. It was wide and shaded with big trees, and most of the time there wasn’t a lot of traffic. This seemed interesting, however, and it was a nice street. ![]() ![]() Katie had always lived in the country, and she had liked that. So for the moment she sat on the balcony, looking through the iron bars that formed the sides of it, and watched the activity in the street. ![]() Her mother had been concerned about that, for though there was a park two blocks away, she did not want Katie to go there alone. There was no yard, except for a narrow strip of grass between the parking lot and the street. KATIE SAT ON THE SMALL balcony of apartment 2-A, looking down over the front sidewalk. ![]()
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