A new kind of huck finn

She just sat there, pumping on the harmonica with her mouth, her charm bracelets making little clicking noises as she moved.

She was in her pear dress - the one that looked crisp and clean (but that later changed after a tussle with her brother in the wet grass).

I told her:

"You look like Huck Finn."

She gave her toothy grin, thinking I made up the name and kept making music.

Maybe she doesn't know who he is.

She won't for quite a while.

But she's a kindred spirit.