The fellows were talking together in little groups here and there on the playground. "Dear, dear--we must keep our heads! And after all, if she doesn't mind it--!" She even tried a grim joke. But now that you've guessed--" Mrs. I figure, finally, that the white curtain draping, in the fashion of those days, the head of Flora's little bed, shrouded, as I had assured myself long before, the perfection of childish rest.
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