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It was the following Tuesday Dolly, with a bundle of books and written exercises under her are and Ann

"I'ot company, and you are both as black as the pot If I were you I'd certainly stop at the branch and wash the dirt off before getting hohed "Coan to drag her toward the strea Dol' said I could"

Leaving the mild blows, Dolly walked on "They are beyond uns pointed," she said "I don't knohat Mr Mostyn thinks of us, I'm sure People don't live that way in Atlanta--that is, nice people don't; but he really doesn't seem to care much He doesn't seem to notice the mistakes father and mother make, and he lets Uncle John talk by the hour about any trivial thing I wonder if he really, really likes me--as--as much as he seems to It has been three years since he first hinted at it, and, oh, awky and silly as Ann

Still, you never can tell; the heartof looks, or clothes, or the richof anything but--" She checked herself; the blood hadin the veins "Anyway, he seems to like to be with me now even more than he did then He listens to all I say-- doesn't ain she checked herself; her pluh escaped her lips "Well," she finished, as she opened the gate and saw her mother in the doorway, "people may say what they like, but I don't believe anybody can love but once in life, either man or woman God means it that way just as He doesn't let the same sweet flower bloom twice on the sae of the porch "Hurry up," she said, eagerly "Miss Stella Munson is infor you She come at two o'clock and has been here ever since"