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"What is the matter, Linda? What are you looking for? It does so fidget me, dear, when I am sitting quietly reading, for you to keep moving about and pulling all the chairs and tables out of their places! " said Grandmamma, kindly of course -- she always spoke kindly, but with a little vexation in her tone.
"It's my scissors, Grandmamma -- my little beautiful new best scissors with the gilt ends," said Linda plaintively, "I _know_ I left them with my work last night, and when I unfolded it they were gone. Some one _must_ have taken them -- I don't like that new housemaid, Grandmamma. I think she is pokey. I found her fiddling so among the books on the schoolroom table this morning."