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83 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1980
“The umbrella was like a flower, a great blue flower that had sprung up on the dry brown hillside"
"Now Binya had seen umbrellas before, and her mother had a big black umbrella which nobody used anymore because the field rats had eaten holes in it, but this was the first time Binya had seen such a small, dainty, colorful umbrella and she fell in love with it"