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On Christmas morning, by candlelight, Doris brought an early cup of tea to Miss Mole, with an ornamental box of biscuits, from her young man and herself, on the tray.
"My friend says it's the least we could do," she replied, when Hannah had made suitable exclamations. "He thinks you're such a nice lady."