Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. Her father read a draft prospectus warily, and her aunt dropped fragments of her projects for managing while the cook had a holiday. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. ” “I positively insist upon knowing,” she declared cheerfully. \" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from.
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