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If only she had a sister, or some one! Dear Aunt Zoruiah was so horrid
about such things that it was impossible to talk to her!


CHAPTER VI.

"Do you know how to skate?" Sybil Brandon asked of Joe as the two young
girls, clad in heavy furs, walked down the sunny side of Beacon Street two
days later. They were going from Miss Schenectady's to a "lunch party"--
one of those social institutions of Boston which had most surprised Joe on
her first arrival.
"Of course," answered Joe. "I do not know anything, but I can do
everything."
"How nice!" said Sybil. "Then you can go with us to-night. That will be
too lovely!"
"What is it?"
"We are all going skating on Jamaica Pond. Nobody has skated for so long
here that it is a novelty. I used to be so fond of it."
"We always skate at home, when there is ice," said Joe. "It will be
enchanting though, with the full moon and all. What time?"
"Mrs. Sam Wyndham will arrange that," said Sybil. "She is going to
matronize us.


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