barbie was the middle one.she was not the biggest one like janey, who could go to school,and cross the street to play with the children there, and read stories to herself-and stay up last of all.barbie was not the littlest,either.linda was.
and linda could cry for what she wanted, and get it.she could cry for what she and everyone just laughed with her.linda sat on mother's lap an awful lot, too.and daddy tossed her up in the air,and let her ride up and down on his leg.
but barbie was the middle one,too big to do the things linda did -too little to do the things janey could do.
