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 said that. She may have changed since I saw her last. Anyhow, you'll see her soon enough; and after you've been there a month or two you write and tell me what you think."

As you can imagine from that, when Mr. Briggs' surrey reached Penfield that afternoon and turned down Maple Avenue, Charlotte was all eyes to see, all perceptions to perceive; and when Aunt Grace said "That's our house, next to where the man is raking leaves, and—I declare!—there's Margaret standing on the lawn," Charlotte felt as excited as though she were witnessing her first play. Margaret was a blonde with a complexion like the bloom on an Elberta peach, and features which would have reminded you of those bisque shepherdesses with which our grandmothers used to adorn their mantel shelves. Although both her parents were average folks, Margaret's figure and attitudes and manner were marked with a delicate