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 and she made no effort to cover two tears that slipped over.

Varian took her hand again. “I know about that—I know!” he said softly.

“Then there are my flowers; I do so enjoy the beds and the greenhouses here,” she went on more cheerfully. “The gardeners are very kind to me—I think they like to have me come in. Mr. McFadden gives me a good many slips and cuttings. I love flowers dearly. Then I read a good deal, and there is always some little thing to do for the young girls here. They—the ones I know—come in for a moment while I mend something, or pin their things in the back, and it’s surprising how much there is to do! They fly about so they can’t stop to take care of their things. They talk to me while I set them straight, and it’s very interesting. I tell Lizzie I go out a great deal, just hearing about their adventures, when she drops in to see me. She never forgets me; she brings