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doing what she had been brought up to do—to be brave enough to be humble. She flew to her mirror and daubbed at her eyes; they looked rather puckery. Then she flirted her powder puff around her nose, that looked decidedly shiny. “Wish I had put on my red dress,” she told her reflection in the glass, “but there’s no time now. If I run along with Rosa, surely Uncle Frederic won’t scold her.” On t
he broad stair landing, where the big brass lanterns and the lovely soft palms opened the way into the living room, she found the surprised Rosa. “Why, Nancy!
” she exclaimed. “I thought—” 107 “But I don’t care for that book,” said Nancy evasively. “Where are you going?” “Horrid old Margot—” “Hush!
Let’s make believe we’re—where’s Dell? I thought she was here.” “Gone. She was here. Dad said I couldn’t go out. They’re going to the park—” Rosa’s
voice was full of rancor. “Can’t we go out in the cove in your flat-bottom boat? I love to row, and it’s safe in the cove, isn’t it?” asked Nancy, glad t
o think of a reasonable plan. “Too safe. Like swimming doll ducks in the bath tub. But we’ll go. I’ll ask dad. He—has—summoned me—” Just then, down t
he long hall strode the gentleman in question. He was waving a paper at Nancy. “A letter for you, Antoinette,” he announced gaily. “A steamer letter from yo