Grandad gave her half-a-crown to buy a ribbon for her hair, holding tight to Grandad's hand to the shop to see what's there. When they drew up to the counter reels of ribbons in a row, yellow, blue, pink and orange all the colours there on show, but for one her heart was set on, what she wished for there was none.
Grandad said there was a shop he knew a long long time ago, by the market in the old square when a young man he went there, to buy a ribbon for a sweetheart, to buy a ribbon for her hair. In the old shop he and Susan walked up to the counter there, Susan spent her two and sixpence on a ribbon, a golden ribbon, the one she wished for for her hair............
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