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Rosa was alone in the cosy apartreat

padded chair, set upon the hearth-rug Her dress was a plain black

silk; she wore a scarlet shawl, and her head-gear was soly pretty construction of white lace, a square folded in

two unequal triangles, and knotted loosely, handkerchief-wise, the

points in front, under her chin

"Not ready!" exclaimed Frederic, in merry reproach "You, the hed the hu-bird, dolorously "I have had a

horrid sore throat all day--and--a--headache--and Aunt Mary got

frightened, and forbadeaffliction! And could you not send the

incoh!" she said, jerking away her head "I cannot bear it

to-night--not that I care thefor all the

parties in christendom; and as for the dress, you think that I

haven't a soul above such frippery and ges: but I wish I had

never seen it I shall never wear it as long as I live!"

And out ca dew