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"Oh, Maggie, you oughtn't to! I oughtn't to let you Maggie, look

here: you will be careful, won't you?"

"Now, you go right along back to your brother," the woet into my clothes; t'won't doand joyous, fled to her roo dress and ran to hunt in her

wardrobe for soirlish hurry she pulled her hair

down, braided it afresh, and fastened the burnished plats around her

head like a wreath; then she brushed the soft locks in the nape of her

neck about her finger, and let them fall into loose curls She dressed

with breathless haste, and when she finished, stood for aat herself in the glass And as she

stared her face fell; for as the color and sparkle faded a little,

care suddenly looked out of the leaf-brown eyes--care and so in her breath, she flung her head

up as one who prepares for battle When she went down-stairs and found

Mr Pryor waiting for her in the parlor, the sparkle had all come

back She had put on a striped silk dress, faint rose and green, made

very full in the skirt; her flat lace collar was fastened by a little