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Darden's old white horse, with its double load, plodded along the street

that led to the toy Palace of this toy capital The Palace, of course, was

not its riders' destination; instead, when they had crossed Nicholson

Street, they drew up before a particularly small white house, so hidden

away behind lilac bushes and trellised grapevines that it gave but here

and there a pale hint of its existence It was planted in the shadow of a

larger building, and a path led around it to what seearden

Mistress Deborah gave a sigh of satisfaction "Seven years co! And ere born in the

sahty friends ere! She was playing

Dorinda,--that's in 'The Beaux' Stratagem,' Audrey,--and her dress was

just an old striped Persian, vastly unbeco Her Ladyship's pink

alaave to ave it to Mary (she was Mary Baker then),--for

I looked hideous in pink,--and she was that grateful, as well she ht

be! Mary, Mary!"

A slender wo froate "At last, iven you