” “Girls!” cried Ann Veronica. Wood. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. Then the inner door opened abruptly. And I, I am happy to say, am in the delightful position of being in the know. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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