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"Go away, you wicked bird!" said Winsorey ca, she threith such exact aim that it went in an entirely opposite direction, a quaint, pink seashell at the bird, a shell which had been given her by a lad as going away again to sea three years ago She was glad nohen she thought of it, that she had kissed him because he had no mother, for he never canantly, and went away

Then Winsome lay down on her white bed well content, and pillowed her cheek on a crumpled piece of paper