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Connie was right, gloriously right. It was clam chowder-the kind of clam chowder one dreams about-come true. Uncle Tom had made it just that very afternoon and had brought it over in a huge bucket that was always used for such occasions.
The girls ate and ate and ate and then ate some more until they were completely satisfied with life and were