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The morning after the ball, neither Mary nor Alice appeared at breakfast, nor did they descend till nearly luncheon-time. Helen Mayhew's portly figure was filling up a goodly portion of the open window, as she looked out on the terrace at Reginald playing with Maurice.
"Come here, Alice," she said, as Alice languidly entered the room. "Is it not a pretty sight to see Reginald with his little boy?"