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BRENDA’S SUMMER AT ROCKLEY
“No matter,” said Philip; “there are a number of little white bows as well as a handful or two of rice in their travelling bags. Young Weston here helped us manage that.”
“You did what you could,” said Brenda, sarcastically. “But come, let us go in and gaze at the wedding presents; I feel so blue when I think of Agnes married and away, that I need to look at something bright and shining to cheer me up.”
