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    Becky opened art.

    quot;I endin, miss,quot; stle s;I ryin to see it like you do. I almost did,quot; ;But it takes a lot o strent;

    quot;Per does if you are not used to it,quot; said Sara, ;but you dont knoen. I  try so  at first. It o you after a ell you  t;

    S in  of ttom of trunk. t. Sh off.

    quot;t,quot; s;tand, Becky. Oerpiece.quot;

    Becky o ly.

    quot; are t; s;Youd t I kno.quot;

    quot;t; said Sara, arranging tendrils of t t;And t;--bending tenderly over t ;is purest alabaster encrusted ;

    Soucly, a  ure in a dream.

    quot;My, aint it lovely!quot; whispered Becky.

    quot;If  ; Sara murmured. quot;t;--darting to trunk again. quot;I remember I sae.quot;

    It issue paper, but tissue paper ed into ttle diso ornament tick  more table covered  runk. But Sara dre it, seeing er staring in deliged breath.

    quot;t; sed, tic--quot;is it tille nourned into somet?quot;

    quot;O; said Sara. quot;Quite different. It is a banquet ;

    quot;My eye, miss!quot; ejaculated Becky. quot;A blanket all!quot; and surned to vie .

    quot;A banquet ; said Sara. quot;A vast cs are given. It ed roof, and a minstrels gallery, and a  is brilliant apers t;

    quot;My eye, Miss Sara!quot; gasped Becky again.

    taggering under t of arted back ion of joy. to enter from tside, and find ones self confronted by a totally unanticipated festal board, draped e napery, and o feel t tions  indeed.

    quot;O; s.