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"A Pebble for your thoughts, Constance," said Mary, tossing one to her feet. "But I can guess them-for so many sisters is there not one brother?"
"Are you so sorry that they have all left us?" returned the other, smiling and coming back from the realms of fancy.
"I'm sure I am," said Fan, looking up from her book. "It was so delightful to hav