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Yes, it was papa. I opened the front-door a tiny bit just to make sure. He had already sprung out of the dog-cart, throwing the reins to the groom, who went round by a back way to the stables. As papa came close to the door he caught sight of me.
"Connie! " he exclaimed; "my child, keep out of the draught. Well, dear," when he had come in and was standing by me in the hall, where a bright little fire was burning -- we have such a nice hall in our house, old-fashioned and square, you know, with a fireplace -- "well, dear, how are you? And what have you been doing with yourself this dull day?"