Page 48 - Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen

"COME, IT IS TIME TO GET DRESSED," GITL SAID.
Dressed! Hannah looked down at the flowered smock
she had on, the same awful thing she'd been wearing
the night before. Anything would be better. It looked
like one of her grandmother's house dresses, shapeless,
with faded roses. Following Gitl into the bedroom, she
paused only a moment, wondering without much hope
if the door would transport her back to the Bronx. But
when she passed through, the small, dark bedroom was
•' still solidly itself. What was dream and what was real
were getting harder and harder to distinguish.
"What should I wear, Gitl?" The.woman's name came
easily now to her tongue. Hannah wasn't even sure
where the closet was that held her clothes, her real
clothes. The bedroom she and Gitl had shared had only
one door, which led back into the main living-dining
room. There were two small beds in it with wooden
chests at the foot of each, and a large standing ward-

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