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"I think you had best be back to lunch," remarked Miss Schenectady as they
left the room.
"Of course, Aunt Zoe," answered Joe. "Besides, Sybil is coming, you know."
So they sallied forth.
It was a warm day; the snow had melted from the brick pavement, and the
great icicles on the gutters and on the trees were running water in the
mid-day sun. Joe thought a scene would be better to get over in the
publicity of the street than in private. Ronald, all unsuspecting of her
intention, walked calmly by her side, looking at her occasionally with a
certain pride, mixed with a good deal of sentimental benevolence.
"Do you know," Joe began presently, "when your cable came I felt very
guilty at having written to you that you might come?"
"Why?" asked Ronald, innocently. "You know I would come from the end of
the world to see you. I have, in fact."
"Yes, I know," said Joe wearily, wishing she knew exactly how to say what
she was so thoroughly determined should be said.
"What is the matter, Joe?" asked Ronald, suddenly.


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