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Emily and Ilse were sitting out on the side bench of Blair Water
School writing poetry on their slates--at least, Emily was writing
Poetry and Ilse was reading it as she wrote and occasionally
Suggesting a rhyme when Emily was momentarily stuck for one. It
May as well be admitted here and now that they had no business
Whatever to be