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It was a perfect evening-the very last of the perfect June days. Chelton lay like a contented babe in Nature's lap-contented, but not asleep, for it was the evening of the masked garden fete.
The bright-colored lanterns throughout the spacious grounds of the Kimball home flickered like eager fireflies, and the splendid dancing platform, erected