John Derian brought a finely-shaped brown box to dinner at our house the other night. What was in it? The get-up for one little Indian girl. Marguerite fits the part perfectly. Even though she is French in oh-so-many ways, she looks like a real, true, Native American girl.
We took the costumed girl out into the streets of the Big Apple.
There, she found a big thing to ride.
Next, we entered a magical park, where silvery droplets hung.