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WAR Just put his lips down on Evelyn's, slow and soft, and let them stay there a long time. After all, I suppose he wasn't as speechless as I thought. I expect he said more than either Jon or me.

And so the three of us sat on her bed and had the happiest night that I remember.

And so it was every night. None of us ever knew each other right till then. Evelyn's bed was our little club. At last we ate our meals there, told the news there, and, in fact, spent nearly all of our time there.

And then one day, when no one was thinking of it, who walks in to the breakfast table, one morning, when we thought it too early to wake her, but Evelyn. And of all her loveliness, she never looked so lovely as then! She was excited by the exercise, for it was far too soon for that sort of thing, and the roses in her cheeks fairly flamed against their thinness and paleness, and her head was covered with short curls! She was in the prettiest of her dresses, one of rose-color, with a long train, 266