My Perfect Cinderella Doll

The sidewalk was bustling with shop-pers as my mother and I hurried to the de-partment store. I craned my neck for apeek at the holiday window display, but atsix I was too small to see around the grown-ups with their winter coats and packages.When at last we reached the store, I stoodtransfixed. "Look, Mother, " I whispered,pressing my hands against the glass. "Cin-derella."