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Rh “Nancy, who is with young Mary Antor now? That pair of aunts wouldn’t stay, with all that liquor around.”

“I just found out,” said Nancy. “Mary is living with Old Lady Flanagan” and Lucy, though sad, had to laugh just a bit, saying:—

“Ha, ha! Old Lady Flanagan! What a circus I had trying to pry a zoo donation from that poor soul’s skimpy funds! But, Nancy, Mary is in mighty good hands. That loving old Irish lady is a trump!”