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200 also on a bicycle, was Fritz, riding past the house as gayly as if he and Amy had n’t had a falling out.

“Why, he did n’t even look up, at the window,” thought Amy, as she turned to her paper.

“When I was your age, I never sighed like that,” said cousin Joan, as Amy sat down beside her.