The Ballet Dress

A barefoot Mary has danced t o soaring ballet music from an old gramophone, in her back garden ever since she learned to walk. Her head is filled with dreams of someday becoming a ballerina. Even when she is old enough to go to school, she rushe s home everyday and with brown paper wings pinned to her shoulders, she dances and dances until darkness falls. When, at last, a dance teacher comes to her small town, she learns to arabesque and plié and leap gracefully through the air. After a while sh