Chairman of the Lost and found Committee
AND THEY CALL HER “BOOTSIE”
She slung herself over the doorstep carelessly, rushing up to me with her friendly greeting. My first glance made me think her disgustingly sloppy, but my second me aware of how well this sloppiness became her. Her hair was pushed back and caught roughly in a huge barrette; her uniform was tied around her middle like a sack of grain; her shoes were filthy and their strings knotted many times; her knitting bag hung listlessly half-open over one arm. She was calling happily to friends and often her contagious laugh rose to a shriek. Finally, when she bounded up the stairs, dropping her knitting bag and leaving her glasses with me, I thought what fun it must be, being Bootsie.
— Patty Hare, Senior
A Leak In The Safe 