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as siender and delicate as a real silk one. I
wouldn’t play ball with the rest of them. I
just stood and swung my umbrella about.
“ Have you got a new umbrella? ” said
Karen. “Is it a silk one?” asked Netta.
“ You’ve got eves in vour head,” I answered.
And so they all thought it was a silk one. I
couldn’t play ball with them, I ,_aid, because I
had to go in and pack. Now that wasn’t true
at all, for I knew well enough that Mother had
done all the packing; but it sounded so
off-hand and important. They all teased me to
stav down with them for a while, but no indeed,
far from it. “ I have too mueh to do. I start
to-morrow morning early. Good-bye.”
“ Good-bye and a happy journev,” shouted
the company.
When I got in the house I was a little sorry
that I hadn’t staved out with the others; for I
hadn’t a thing to do but go from one room to
another and tighten the shawl-straps for the
twentieth time at least. I thought the
after-noon would never come to an end.
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