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Alice and Mary were to be found under the cedars, a very favourite resort of theirs those August evenings. A round wicker table stood between them, upon which were all the requirements of afternoon tea. Alice, leaning back in a low garden-chair, was reading to Mary, who was knitting, "A Princess of Thule. " How pretty she looked! The sun, glancing through the sombre branches, fell in stray flecks on her hair and dress -- a white cambric trimmed with quantities of lace and knots of pale-blue ribbon. She was twirling a carnation in her fingers as she read. But there was a grave melancholy expression in her downcast face, sad to see in one so young. Coming to the end of a chapter, she paused and exclaimed, looking up:
"Well, I must confess, the Princess of Thule ran away from her husband on very small provocation. Don't you think so, Molly?"