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 our sister. I must say, hair-ribbons aren't Jane's specialty; what's she think that old string looks like, anyway? But I shouldn't object to the boxes of candy."

"Oh, you know what I mean," Mark sighed. "I mean I'd rather have her daffy over the Fortune of the Indies than over some silly lace dress."

"I knew what you meant before," Alan said. "Of course I'd rather. Let's crawl to bed if we want to walk out to Bluff Point before breakfast."

Jane caught up with her brothers next morning before they had reached the end of Chesley Street. She was tripping over a boot-lace which she had not had time to fasten and turning up her coat-collar as she ran.

"Wait!" she gasped to the two figures in the cold gray dawn-light ahead. "I'm coming, too!"

"Oh, you'll freeze," Alan said. "It'll be cold as poison. We're going clear out to the Point."

"I know; that's why I came. I don't care if it's cold."