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Show they carried their heads, the intense look on their faces and their sharp features. Maureen was one of those. "Mummy says that Miss Trion is the best in the country," Kim could hear Isabel saying. Isabel talked a lot about her mother and father and the ballet guild they belonged to and all the ballets they had seen last season at the San Francisco Opera House and the money Mr., Dobson had given to the San Francisco Ballet. "Daddy says the ballet company is in real trouble because of the economy. People just aren't contributing," said Isabel. "It's so sad," said Maureen. "When I danced this summer with the ballet company, we hardly had decent sets." For the next ten minutes, while Maureen and Isabel talked about ballet, Miss Hawkins skillfully -maneuvered the van in and out of cars and buses on busy, six lane boulevard. Taxis were swerving in front of the van and horns were blaring and brakes squealing. There were showy buildings with marble columns along the sidewalk just for selling cars, and gigantic skyscrapers and hotel buildings that were fancier than anything Kim had ever seen. Through slits in the skyscrapers, Kim could see the orange towers of the Golden Gate bridge looming in front of them, and sailboats dotting the blue water like white birds. 27 |
