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THE OLD STONE HOUSE.
CHAPTER I.
THE FIVE COUSINS.
AUNT FAITH sat alone on the piazza, and sad thoughts crowded into her heart. It was her birthday, — the first day of June, — and she could look back over more than half a century, with that mournful retrospect which birthdays are apt to bring. Aunt Faith had seen trouble, and had met affliction face to face. When she was still a bride, her husband died suddenly and left her lonely forever; then, one by one, her brothers and sisters had been taken, and she was made sole guardian of their
