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Ailsa, down on her knees again, dabbled thoughtfully in the soil,

exploring the masses of nedly, her fingers playing with the

loosenedin

silence the idle drift of thought which led Camilla back to her

birthday party

"Twenty!" she said still er than

you are, Ailsa Paige! Oh dear--and here I aht, I suppose, is it

Ailsa?"

"You alere a roorously in the track of a vanishing May beetle But when she

disinterred him her heart failed her and she let hi," she said "What a

sentioose I am!"

"The first trace of real sentian

Ca with energy "That is absurd! And not even funny"

"You were senti you," concluded Ailsa

"No, there isn't I've seen woain--the way he did!"