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HALF-PAST five of a breathless summer morning. "Warmer even than yesterday," Mr. West said, as he mopped his heated face with the skirt of his coat, then rushed away as some new thought for Dilly's comfort came to him.
A bustling home it had been since the first streak of daylight; and now Dilly sat in state on a carefully dusted chair, dressed from head to foot, in neatness, with a broad-brimmed sunhat, already carefully adjusted, and a brown paper bundle containing her wardrobe, occupying another chair at her side. Wonderful times were these for Dilly West.