Mara groaned and smacked the uncooperative roller drum of Mrs. Dalton’s ditto printer with a purple-stained palm. It slipped cleanly into its brackets and rotated freely a few degrees, then stopped. She grabbed the crank, and it turned easily.
“Yes!” She pumped a fist into the air, grabbed a rag hanging on a hook behind the wooden counter and wiped her hands. She rummaged around in the shelves below the counter and found the supplies Mrs. Dalton had left behind. Setting them on the edge of the counter next to the printer, she opened the stationery box and removed one of the spirit master sheets. She grabbed a pen, drew a smiley face on the blank master and tore away the purple-inked backing. Flipping over the white master, she held up a reversed image of her drawing.
She turned the crank
