"Bjorgman, come here!" Jorgesen shouted. Frederick climbed up to the ledge where the other boys had gathered.
"What am I looking at?" he asked, trying to ignore the others snickering.
"You don't see?" Jorgensen said, using his head to turn Frederick's face in the direction of the market square. There were dozens of people coming and going and Frederick didn't see what was interesting.
"Jorgensen," Pedersen whispered, "I don't think he gets it."
"Or maybe you need your vision checked," another snorted.
"Bjorgman, it's that girl," Jorgensen explained.
Frederick blinked. Was that really her? He hadn't recognized her at all.