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An hour or two later, Miss Clotilda, having completed her housekeeping arrangements for the day, went up to Kathie's room to see what she was about. Neville had gone off for a walk, as the rain was now slight, and of course, as he said himself, 'for a boy it was different.'
'Poor, dear child! ' said Miss Clotilda, as she reached Kathleen's door; 'I hope she isn't feeling dull, all alone.'