You are so grateful that the little girl has saved you that you burst into song. It's an old Maurice Chevalier tune you remember hearing him sing in a movie you saw with your
grandmother back when you were a boy:
"Thank heaven for little girls,
for little girls get bigger every day!
Thank heaven for little girls,
they grow up in the most delightful way!
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing,
one day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'.
Thank heaven for little girls,
thank heaven for them all,
no matter where no matter who,
for without them, what would little boys do?"
As you are finishing the song, a voluptuous young Hispanic woman hastily approaches the girl.
"Aie! Maria! There you are!" She says, grabbing the girl by the arm. She then looks
over at you.
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