“Why, yes--certainly, Anne,” seconded Doromea, eagerly. “Of course Timothy’s our friend, but Anne knows that we have just this last chapter and--all we need do is to ask her.” “_Trimming a hat?_ Why, she never has one on her head!” Anne’s husband looked at his unfinished manuscript aggrieved.…
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