There never is much left for me. “It really seems as if we shall have to put down marigolds altogether next year,” Aunt Molly repeated three times, “and do away with marguerites. And I heard ‘Alcide’ sing, and that little dance she did. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap.
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